Mid flowers that all day blossomed to receive
Endymion.
Lo, where he lay encircled in his dream!
The moss was glad to pillow his soft hair;
And toward him leaned the lily from the stream;
The hanging vine waved wooing in the air
Endymion.
The brook that erewhile won its easy way
O’errun with meadow grasses long and cool,
Now reeled into a fuller tide and lay