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Through the dark pillars of those sylvan aisles.
He saw not the two maidens, nor their smiles,
Wan as primroses gather'd at midnight
By chilly-finger'd spring. Unhappy wight!

Endymion !” said Peona, “ we are here !
What wouldst thou ere we all are laid on bier ?
Then he embraced her, and his lady's hand
Press'd, saying: “Sister, I would have command,
If it were heaven's will, on our sad fate.”
At which that dark-eyed stranger stood elate
And said, in a new voice, but sweet as love,
To Endymion's amaze: "By Cupid's dove,
And so thou shalt! and by the lily truth
Of my own breast thou shalt, beloved youth !”
And as she spake, into her face there came
Light, as reflected from a silver flame :
Her long black hair swell’d ampler, in display
Full golden ; in her eyes a brighter day
Dawn'd blue, and full of love. Aye, he beheld
Phæbe, his passion ! joyous she upheld
Her lucid bow, continuing thus: “ Drear, drear
Has our delaying been; but foolish fear
Withheld me first; and then decrees of fate ;
And then 't was fit that from this mortal state
Thou shouldst, my love, by some unlook’d-for change
Be spiritualized. Peona, we shall range
These forests, and to thee they safe shall be
As was thy cradle ; hither shalt thou flee
To meet us many a time.” Next Cynthia bright
Peona kiss'd, and bless'd with fair good night:
Her brother kiss'd her too, and knelt adown
Before his goddess, in a blissful swoon.

She gave

her fair hands to him, and behold, Before three swiftest kisses he had told, They vanish'd far away !-Peona went Ilome through the gloomy wood in wonderment.

LAMIA.

PART I.

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem,
Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns
From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslipp'd lawns,
The ever-smitten Hermes empty left
His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft:
From high Olympus had he stolen light,
On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight
Of his great summoner, and made retreat
Into a forest on the shores of Crete.
For somewhere in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons pour’d
Pearls, while on land they wither’d and adored.
Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where sometimes she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
Ah, what a world of love was at her feet!
So Hermes thought, and a celestial heat
Burn’d from his winged heels to either ear,

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