Refusing,—thy brute might so far I brave:
I will not sing what thou wouldst have me sing!
THE NOONING.
Oh soft, soft, soft, thou slender-footed maid,
Cool-clad and fair, along the sultry street
At broad blue blinding noon! Light fall thy feet
As e’er the wood-nymphs’ fell while Pan was laid
At mid-day in some choice Arcadian shade
Where not an oak-leaf laughed, and if there beat