ON FIRST READING LANDOR’S HELLENICS.
Two sauntering, hand in hand, one happy day,
Along a pleasant path that neither knew,
Came, glad and startled, on the sudden blue,
With sails unclouded, of a sunny bay,
And hollowing toward the wave a meadow, gray
With honey-giving growths thick-spread as dew.
There goatskin-girt, with limbs like bronze in hue,
Free-bathed in sun and wind, a shepherd lay.