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TO

I FEAR thy kisses, gentle maiden,

Thou needest not fear mine;
My spirit is too deeply laden

Ever to burden thine.

I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion,

Thou needest not fear mine;
Innocent is the heart's devotion

With which I worship thine.

ARETHUSA

I

ARETHUSA arose

From her couch of snows
In the Acroceraunian mountains,

From cloud and from crag,

With many a jag,
Shepherding her bright fountains.

She leapt down the rocks,

With her rainbow locks
Streaming among the streams;

Her steps paved with green

The downward ravine
Which slopes to the western gleams ;

And gliding and springing,
She went, ever singing,

To - Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Arethusa. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824, and dated by her, Pisa, 1820.

In murmurs as soft as sleep ;

The Earth seemed to love her,

And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep.

II

Then Alpheus bold,

On his glacier cold,
With his trident the mountains strook ;

And opened a chasm
In the rocks

with the spasm All Erymanthus shook.

And the black south wind

It concealed behind The urns of the silent snow,

And earthquake and thunder

Did rend in sunder The bars of the springs below.

The beard and the hair

Of the River-god were Seen through the torrent's sweep,

As he followed the light

Of the fleet nymph's flight To the brink of the Dorian deep.

III

“Oh, save me! Oh, guide me,

And bid the deep hide me, For he grasps me now by the hair!”

The loud Ocean heard,

To its blue depth stirred,
And divided at her prayer;

And under the water
The Earth's white daughter

Fled like a sunny beam;

Behind her descended

Her billows, unblended With the brackish Dorian stream.

Like a gloomy stain

On the emerald main Alpheus rushed behind,

As an eagle pursuing

A dove to its ruin Down the streams of the cloudy wind.

IV

Under the bowers

Where the Ocean Powers Sit on their pearlèd thrones ;

Through the coral woods

Of the weltering floods, Over heaps of unvalued stones ;

Through the dim beams

Which amid the streams Weave a network of colored light;

And under the caves,

Where the shadowy waves Are as green as the forest's night;

Outspeeding the shark,

And the swordfish dark, Under the ocean foam,

And up through the rifts

Of the mountain clifts They passed to their Dorian home.

V
And now from their fountains
In Enna's mountains,

Down one vale where the morning basks,

Like friends once parted

Grown single-hearted,
They ply their watery tasks.

At sunrise they leap

From their cradles steep
In the cave of the shelving hill ;

At noontide they flow

Through the woods below
And the meadows of asphodel;

And at night they sleep

In the rocking deep
Beneath the Ortygian shore,

Like spirits that lie

In the azure sky
When they love but live no more.

SONG OF PROSERPINE

WHILE GATHERING FLOWERS ON THE PLAIN OF ENNA

SACRED Goddess, Mother Earth,

Thou from whose immortal bosom
Gods, and men, and beasts have birth,

Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom,
Breathe thine influence most divine
On thine own child, Proserpine.

lese young flowers

If with mists of evening dew

Thou dost nourish these
Till they grow, in scent and hue,

Fairest children of the hours,
Song of Proserpine, Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391.

Breathe thine influence most divine
On thine own child, Proserpine.

HYMN OF APOLLO

I

THE sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,

Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries From the broad moonlight of the sky,

Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes, Waken me when their Mother, the gray Dawn, Tells them that dreams and that the moon is gone.

II

Then I arise, and climbing Heaven's blue dome,

I walk over the mountains and the waves, Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam ;

My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the

caves

Are filled with my bright presence, and the air
Leaves the green earth to my embraces bare.

III The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill Deceit, that loves the night and fears the

day;
All men who do or even imagine ill

Fly me, and from the glory of my ray
Good minds and open actions take new might,
Until diminished by the reign of night.

Hymn of Apollo. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

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