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Soon the assembly, in a circle ranged, Stood silent round the shrine : each look was

changed To sudden veneration : women meek Beckon'd their sons to silence; while each cheek

Of virgin bloom paled gently for slight fear. (Endymion too, without a forest peer,

Stood, wan, and pale, and with an awed face,
Among his brothers of the mountain chase.
In midst of all, the venerable priest
Eyed them with joy from greatest to the least,
And, after lifting up his aged hands,
Thus spake he: “Men of Latmos! shepherd

bands !
Whose care it is to guard a thousand flocks:
Whether descended from beneath the rocks
That overtop your mountains; whether come
From valleys where the pipe is never dumb;
Or from your swelling downs, where sweet air

stirs Blue harebells lightly, and where prickly furze Buds lavish gold; or ye, whose precious charge Nibble their fill at ocean's very marge, Whose mellow reeds are touch'd with sounds for

lorn By the dim echoes of old Triton's horn : Mothers and wives ! who day by day prepare The scrip, with needments, for the mountain air; And all ye gentle girls who foster up Udderless lambs, and in a little cup

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Will put choice honey for a favour'd youth:
Yea, every one attend ! for in good truth
Our vows are wanting to our great god Pan.
Are not our lowing heifers sleeker than
Night-swollen mushrooms ? Are not our wide

plains Speckled with countless fleeces ? Have not

rains
Green'd over April's lap? No howling sad
Sickens our fearful ewes; and we have had
Great bounty from Endymion our lord.
The earth is glad : the merry lark has pour'd
His early song against yon breezy sky,
That spreads so clear o'er our solemnity.”

Thus ending, on the shrine he heap'd a spire Of teeming sweets, enkindling sacred fire ; Anon he stain'd the thick and spongy

sod With wine, in honour of the shepherd-god. Now while the earth was drinking it, and while Bay leaves were crackling in the fragrant pile, And gummy frankincense was sparkling bright ’Neath smothering parsley, and a hazy light Spread grayly eastward, thus a chorus sang:

"O thou, whose mighty palace roof doth hang From jagged trunks, and overshadoweth Eternal whispers, glooms, the birth, life, death Of unseen flowers in heavy peacefulness; Who lovest to see the hamadryads dress

Their ruffled locks where meeting hazels darken; And through whole solemn hours dost sit, and

hearken The dreary melody of bedded reedsIn desolate places, where dank moisture breeds The pipy hemlock to strange overgrowth, Bethinking thee, how melancholy loth Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx—do thou now, By thy love's milky brow! By all the trembling mazes that she ran, Hear us, great Pan !

“O thou, for whose soul-soothing quiet, tur

tles
Passion their voices cooingly 'mong myrtles,
What time thou wanderest at eventide
Through sunny meadows, that outskirt the side
Of thine enmossed realms: 0 thou, to whom
Broad-leaved fig-trees even now foredoom
Their ripen’d fruitage ; yellow-girted bees
Their golden honeycombs; our village leas
Their fairest blossom'd beans and poppied corn;
The chuckling linnet its five young unborn,
To sing for thee; low-creeping strawberries
Their summer coolness ; pent-up butterflies
Their freckled wings; yea, the fresh-budding

year
All its completions—be quickly near,
By every wind that nods the mountain pine,
O forester divine !

“ Thou, to whom every faun and satyr flies For willing service ; whether to surprise The squatted hare while in half-sleeping fit ; Or upward ragged precipices flit To save poor lambkins from the eagle's maw; Or by mysterious enticement draw Bewilder'd shepherds to their path again; Or to tread breathless round the frothy main, And gather up all fancifullest shells For thee to tumble into Naiads' cells, And, being hidden, laugh at their out-peeping; Or to delight thee with fantastic leaping, The while they pelt each other on the crown With silvery oak-apples, and fir-cones brownBy all the echoes that about thee ring, Hear us, O satyr king!

“O Hearkener to the loud-clapping shears, While ever and anon to his shorn peers A ram goes bleating : Winder of the horn, When snouted wild-boars routing tender corn Anger our huntsman: Breather round our

farms, To keep off mildews, and all weather harms : Strange ministrant of undescribed sounds, That come a-swooning over hollow grounds, And wither drearily on barren moors : Dread opener of the mysterious doors Leading to universal knowledge-see, Great son of Dryope,

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many that are come to pay their vows With leaves about their brows!

“ Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings ; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain : be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth, Gives it a touch ethereala new birth : Be still a symbol of immensity : A firmament reflected in a sea; An element filling the space between; An unknown-but no more we humbly screen With uplift hands our foreheads, lowly bending, And giving out a shout most heaven-rending, Conjure thee to receive our humble Pæan, Upon thy Mount Lycean!”

Even while they brought the burden to a close, A shout from the whole multitude arose, That linger'd in the air like dying rolls Of abrupt thunder, when Ionian shoals Of dolphins bob their noses through the brine. Meantime, on shady levels, mossy fine, Young companies nimbly began dancing To the swift treble pipe, and humming string. Ay, those fair living forms swam heavenly To tunes forgotten-out of memory : [bred Fair creatures ! whose young children's children Thermopylæ its heroes—not yet dead,

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