The world has brought the laurel-leaves to crown
The star-discoverer's name with high, renown;
Accept the flower of love we lay with these
For influence sweeter than the Pleiades!
TO JULIA MARLOWE
(Reading Keats' Ode on a Grecian Urn)
Long had I loved this "Attic shape," the brede
Of marble maidens round this urn divine:
But when your golden voice began to read,
The empty urn was filled with Chian wine.
PAN LEARNS MUSIC
Limber-limbed, lazy god, stretched on the
rock,
Where is sweet Echo, and where is your flock?
What are you making here? "Listen," said
Pan,—
"Out of a river-reed music for man!"
"UNDINE"
'Twas far away and long ago,
When I was but a dreaming boy,
This fairy tale of love and woe
Entranced my heart with tearful joy;
And while with white Undine I wept,
Your spirit,—ah, how strange it seems,
Was cradled in some star, and slept,
Unconscious of her coming dreams.
LOVE IN A LOOK
Let me but feel thy look's embrace,
Transparent, pure, and warm,
And I'll not ask to touch thy face,
Or fold thee with mine arm.
For in thine eyes a girl doth rise,
Arrayed in candid bliss,
And draws me to her with a charm
More close than any kiss.