TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF MATTHISSON BY WILLIAM PITT PALMER.

Grove! embathed in peace celestial,

As in dew the rose’s bowers,

Where Hesperia’s golden fruitage

Ripens amid silver flowers;

Where a rosy-colored ether

Ever cloudless bends above,

Through whose calm abysses never

Breathed the sigh of slighted love.

Psyche, with a strange emotion,

Half enraptured, half dismayed,

Just escaped her earthly vesture,

Trembling greets thy glimmering shade:

Where, O joy! no misty mantle

Veils her primal purity;

And her immaterial pinions,

Like an angel’s, wander free.

Ha! e’en now o’er paths of roses,

Glorious shape of light, she sweeps,

Tow’rd the shadow-peopled valley

Where the sacred Lethe sleeps;

Thither drawn by magic suasion,

As by gentle spirits led,

Fain she sees the silver billows,

And their flowery shores outspread.

Kneeling low with sweet foreboding

Griefs oblivious draught to taste,

Softly shines her trembling image

In that faithful mirror traced;

As from ocean’s tranquil waters

Fair the cloudless moon outbeams,

Or from crystal stream reflected

Hesper’s golden cresset gleams.

Not in vain she quaffs of Lethe;

For, anon, within the stream

Sinks the night-part of her being,

Like the phantom of a dream;

And from out the vale of shadows

Bright she soars on fearless wing,

To the hills whose golden blossoms

Smile in everlasting spring.

What an awe-inspiring silence!

Softer calm than zephyr breathes

Murmurs in the laurel foliage

And the amaranthine wreaths:

Thus in sacred stillness rested

Air and wave—in such repose

Slumbered nature, when from ocean

Anadyomene rose.

What an unaccustomed glory!

Earth! though fair Aurora be,

Never from her vernal features

Shone such magic light for thee:

Lo! the ivy’s glossy tendrils

Bathed in purple lustre gleam,

And the flowers that crown each fountain

With a starry splendor beam!

Thus in silvan wilds the dawning,

When the modest Cynthia spied

From the skies her sleeping lover,

And descended to his side;

While the fields were bathed in brightness,

And in magic tones expressed,

Heavenly greetings murmured sweetly—

Hail, Endymion the blest!