Caressing in its clear enamored pool
Endymion.
And all the sweet, delicious airs that fan
Enchanted gardens in their hour of bloom,
Blown through the soft invisible pipes of Pan,
Breathed mid their mingled music and perfume,
Endymion.
The silvery leaves that rustled in the light
Sent their winged shadows o’er his cheek entranced;
The constellations wandered down the night,