MAY MORNING Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Hail bounteous May! that dost inspire How charming is divine philosophy! And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets, LYCIDAS 1 YET Once more, O ye laurels, and once more, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Elegy on a friend, Edward King, drowned in the Irish Channel Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well1 So may some gentle muse With lucky words favor my destined urn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Toward Heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel. Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute, Tempered to the oaten flute; Rough satyrs danced, and fauns with cloven heel But, O the heavy change, now thou art gone, 1 the Muses 2 Virgil's personification of a herdsman And all their echoes, mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays :- Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherds' ear. Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, 1 Nor on the shaggy top of Mona 1 high, Nor yet where Deva 2 spreads her wizard stream. Had ye been there for what could that have done? When by the rout that made the hideous roar Alas! what boots it with incessant care 4 To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neæra's 1 hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; 1 Anglesea 4 names used by Horace and Virgil to personify a sweetheart But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, Set off to the world, nor in broad rumor lies; Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed." O fountain Arethuse, and thou honored flood But now my oat * proceeds, And listens to the herald of the sea That came in Neptune's plea ; He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds, “What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain?” And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beakéd promontory: They knew not of his story; 5 And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed; The air was calm, and on the level brine 6 Sleek Panopé with all her sisters played. "It was that fatal and perfidious bark Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, 1 Atropos, fabled to cut the thread of life 2 mirror Sicilian and Italian waters, here referred to as synonymous with the Next Camus,1 reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge,2 Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower3 inscribed with woe: "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge ! " Last came, and last did go 4 The pilot of the Galilean lake; * Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) : He shook his mitered locks, and stern bespake: "How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such as, for their bellies' sake, Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learned aught else the least What recks it them? what need they? They are sped; Daily devours apace, and nothing said : - But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more." Return, Alphéus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast 1 the river Cam, personification of Cambridge University 2 covered with weed 3 the iris 4 Saint Peter 5 thin, poor |