Poem: The Garden Of Eros

It is full summer now, the heart of June;

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir

Upon the upland meadow where too soon

Rich autumn time, the season's usurer,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Will lend his hoarded gold to all the trees,

And see his treasure scattered by the wild and spendthrift breeze.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Too soon indeed! yet here the daffodil,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址That love-child of the Spring, has lingered on

To vex the rose with jealousy, and still

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The harebell spreads her azure pavilion,

And like a strayed and wandering reveller

Abandoned of its brothers, whom long since June's messenger

The missel-thrush has frighted from the glade,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址One pale narcissus loiters fearfully

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Close to a shadowy nook, where half afraid

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Of their own loveliness some violets lie

That will not look the gold sun in the face

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For fear of too much splendour, - ah! methinks it is a place

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Which should be trodden by Persephone

When wearied of the flowerless fields of Dis!

Or danced on by the lads of Arcady!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The hidden secret of eternal bliss

Known to the Grecian here a man might find,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Ah! you and I may find it now if Love and Sleep be kind.

There are the flowers which mourning Herakles

Strewed on the tomb of Hylas, columbine,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Its white doves all a-flutter where the breeze

Kissed them too harshly, the small celandine,

That yellow-kirtled chorister of eve,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And lilac lady's-smock, - but let them bloom alone, and leave

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Yon spired hollyhock red-crocketed

To sway its silent chimes, else must the bee,

Its little bellringer, go seek instead

Some other pleasaunce; the anemone

That weeps at daybreak, like a silly girl

Before her love, and hardly lets the butterflies unfurl

Their painted wings beside it, - bid it pine

上海龙凤shlf最新地址In pale virginity; the winter snow

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Will suit it better than those lips of thine

Whose fires would but scorch it, rather go

And pluck that amorous flower which blooms alone,

Fed by the pander wind with dust of kisses not its own.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The trumpet-mouths of red convolvulus

So dear to maidens, creamy meadow-sweet

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Whiter than Juno's throat and odorous

上海龙凤shlf最新地址As all Arabia, hyacinths the feet

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Of Huntress Dian would be loth to mar

For any dappled fawn, - pluck these, and those fond flowers which

are

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Fairer than what Queen Venus trod upon

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Beneath the pines of Ida, eucharis,

That morning star which does not dread the sun,

And budding marjoram which but to kiss

Would sweeten Cytheraea's lips and make

Adonis jealous, - these for thy head, - and for thy girdle take

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Yon curving spray of purple clematis

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Whose gorgeous dye outflames the Tyrian King,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And foxgloves with their nodding chalices,

But that one narciss which the startled Spring

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Let from her kirtle fall when first she heard

In her own woods the wild tempestuous song of summer's bird,

Ah! leave it for a subtle memory

Of those sweet tremulous days of rain and sun,

When April laughed between her tears to see

The early primrose with shy footsteps run

From the gnarled oak-tree roots till all the wold,

Spite of its brown and trampled leaves, grew bright with shimmering

gold.

Nay, pluck it too, it is not half so sweet

上海龙凤shlf最新地址As thou thyself, my soul's idolatry!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And when thou art a-wearied at thy feet

Shall oxlips weave their brightest tapestry,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For thee the woodbine shall forget its pride

And veil its tangled whorls, and thou shalt walk on daisies pied.

And I will cut a reed by yonder spring

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And make the wood-gods jealous, and old Pan

Wonder what young intruder dares to sing

In these still haunts, where never foot of man

Should tread at evening, lest he chance to spy

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The marble limbs of Artemis and all her company.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And I will tell thee why the jacinth wears

Such dread embroidery of dolorous moan,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And why the hapless nightingale forbears

上海龙凤shlf最新地址To sing her song at noon, but weeps alone

上海龙凤shlf最新地址When the fleet swallow sleeps, and rich men feast,

And why the laurel trembles when she sees the lightening east.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And I will sing how sad Proserpina

Unto a grave and gloomy Lord was wed,

And lure the silver-breasted Helena

Back from the lotus meadows of the dead,

So shalt thou see that awful loveliness

For which two mighty Hosts met fearfully in war's abyss!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And then I'll pipe to thee that Grecian tale

上海龙凤shlf最新地址How Cynthia loves the lad Endymion,

And hidden in a grey and misty veil

Hies to the cliffs of Latmos once the Sun

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Leaps from his ocean bed in fruitless chase

Of those pale flying feet which fade away in his embrace.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And if my flute can breathe sweet melody,

We may behold Her face who long ago

Dwelt among men by the AEgean sea,

And whose sad house with pillaged portico

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And friezeless wall and columns toppled down

Looms o'er the ruins of that fair and violet cinctured town.

Spirit of Beauty! tarry still awhile,

They are not dead, thine ancient votaries;

Some few there are to whom thy radiant smile

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Is better than a thousand victories,

Though all the nobly slain of Waterloo

Rise up in wrath against them! tarry still, there are a few

Who for thy sake would give their manlihood

And consecrate their being; I at least

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Have done so, made thy lips my daily food,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And in thy temples found a goodlier feast

Than this starved age can give me, spite of all

Its new-found creeds so sceptical and so dogmatical.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Here not Cephissos, not Ilissos flows,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The woods of white Colonos are not here,

On our bleak hills the olive never blows,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址No simple priest conducts his lowing steer

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Up the steep marble way, nor through the town

Do laughing maidens bear to thee the crocus-flowered gown.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Yet tarry! for the boy who loved thee best,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Whose very name should be a memory

To make thee linger, sleeps in silent rest

Beneath the Roman walls, and melody

Still mourns her sweetest lyre; none can play

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The lute of Adonais:  with his lips Song passed away.

Nay, when Keats died the Muses still had left

上海龙凤shlf最新地址One silver voice to sing his threnody,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址But ah! too soon of it we were bereft

When on that riven night and stormy sea

Panthea claimed her singer as her own,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And slew the mouth that praised her; since which time we walk

alone,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Save for that fiery heart, that morning star

Of re-arisen England, whose clear eye

Saw from our tottering throne and waste of war

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The grand Greek limbs of young Democracy

Rise mightily like Hesperus and bring

The great Republic! him at least thy love hath taught to sing,

And he hath been with thee at Thessaly,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And seen white Atalanta fleet of foot

In passionless and fierce virginity

Hunting the tusked boar, his honied lute

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Hath pierced the cavern of the hollow hill,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And Venus laughs to know one knee will bow before her still.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And he hath kissed the lips of Proserpine,

And sung the Galilaean's requiem,

That wounded forehead dashed with blood and wine

He hath discrowned, the Ancient Gods in him

Have found their last, most ardent worshipper,

And the new Sign grows grey and dim before its conqueror.

Spirit of Beauty! tarry with us still,

It is not quenched the torch of poesy,

The star that shook above the Eastern hill

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Holds unassailed its argent armoury

From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight -

上海龙凤shlf最新地址O tarry with us still! for through the long and common night,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Morris, our sweet and simple Chaucer's child,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Dear heritor of Spenser's tuneful reed,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址With soft and sylvan pipe has oft beguiled

The weary soul of man in troublous need,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And from the far and flowerless fields of ice

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Has brought fair flowers to make an earthly paradise.

We know them all, Gudrun the strong men's bride,

Aslaug and Olafson we know them all,

How giant Grettir fought and Sigurd died,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And what enchantment held the king in thrall

上海龙凤shlf最新地址When lonely Brynhild wrestled with the powers

That war against all passion, ah! how oft through summer hours,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Long listless summer hours when the noon

Being enamoured of a damask rose

Forgets to journey westward, till the moon

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The pale usurper of its tribute grows

From a thin sickle to a silver shield

And chides its loitering car - how oft, in some cool grassy field

Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址At Bagley, where the rustling bluebells come

Almost before the blackbird finds a mate

And overstay the swallow, and the hum

Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,

Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And through their unreal woes and mimic pain

Wept for myself, and so was purified,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And in their simple mirth grew glad again;

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For as I sailed upon that pictured tide

The strength and splendour of the storm was mine

Without the storm's red ruin, for the singer is divine;

The little laugh of water falling down

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Is not so musical, the clammy gold

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Has less of sweetness in it, and the old

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Spirit of Beauty, tarry yet awhile!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Although the cheating merchants of the mart

上海龙凤shlf最新地址With iron roads profane our lovely isle,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And break on whirling wheels the limbs of Art,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Ay! though the crowded factories beget

The blindworm Ignorance that slays the soul, O tarry yet!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For One at least there is, - He bears his name

上海龙凤shlf最新地址From Dante and the seraph Gabriel, -

Whose double laurels burn with deathless flame

To light thine altar; He too loves thee well,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Who saw old Merlin lured in Vivien's snare,

And the white feet of angels coming down the golden stair,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Loves thee so well, that all the World for him

上海龙凤shlf最新地址A gorgeous-coloured vestiture must wear,

And Sorrow take a purple diadem,

Or else be no more Sorrow, and Despair

Gild its own thorns, and Pain, like Adon, be

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Even in anguish beautiful; - such is the empery

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Which Painters hold, and such the heritage

上海龙凤shlf最新地址This gentle solemn Spirit doth possess,

Being a better mirror of his age

In all his pity, love, and weariness,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Than those who can but copy common things,

And leave the Soul unpainted with its mighty questionings.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址But they are few, and all romance has flown,

And men can prophesy about the sun,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And lecture on his arrows - how, alone,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Through a waste void the soulless atoms run,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址How from each tree its weeping nymph has fled,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And that no more 'mid English reeds a Naiad shows her head.

Methinks these new Actaeons boast too soon

That they have spied on beauty; what if we

Have analysed the rainbow, robbed the moon

Of her most ancient, chastest mystery,

Shall I, the last Endymion, lose all hope

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Because rude eyes peer at my mistress through a telescope!

What profit if this scientific age

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Burst through our gates with all its retinue

Of modern miracles!  Can it assuage

One lover's breaking heart? what can it do

To make one life more beautiful, one day

上海龙凤shlf最新地址More godlike in its period? but now the Age of Clay

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Returns in horrid cycle, and the earth

Hath borne again a noisy progeny

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Of ignorant Titans, whose ungodly birth

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Hurls them against the august hierarchy

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Which sat upon Olympus; to the Dust

上海龙凤shlf最新地址They have appealed, and to that barren arbiter they must

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Repair for judgment; let them, if they can,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址From Natural Warfare and insensate Chance,

Create the new Ideal rule for man!

Methinks that was not my inheritance;

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For I was nurtured otherwise, my soul

Passes from higher heights of life to a more supreme goal.

Lo! while we spake the earth did turn away

Her visage from the God, and Hecate's boat

Rose silver-laden, till the jealous day

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Blew all its torches out:  I did not note

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The waning hours, to young Endymions

Time's palsied fingers count in vain his rosary of suns!

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Mark how the yellow iris wearily

Leans back its throat, as though it would be kissed

By its false chamberer, the dragon-fly,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Who, like a blue vein on a girl's white wrist,

Sleeps on that snowy primrose of the night,

Which 'gins to flush with crimson shame, and die beneath the light.

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Come let us go, against the pallid shield

Of the wan sky the almond blossoms gleam,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The corncrake nested in the unmown field

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Answers its mate, across the misty stream

On fitful wing the startled curlews fly,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And in his sedgy bed the lark, for joy that Day is nigh,

Scatters the pearled dew from off the grass,

In tremulous ecstasy to greet the sun,

Who soon in gilded panoply will pass

Forth from yon orange-curtained pavilion

Hung in the burning east:  see, the red rim

O'ertops the expectant hills! it is the God! for love of him

Already the shrill lark is out of sight,

Flooding with waves of song this silent dell, -

Ah! there is something more in that bird's flight

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Than could be tested in a crucible! -

上海龙凤shlf最新地址But the air freshens, let us go, why soon

The woodmen will be here; how we have lived this night of June!