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.