'Thus do the generations of the ea
Go to the grave and issue from the
Surviving still the imperishable c
That renovates the world; even as
Which the keen frost-wind of the w

My thoughts arise and fade in soli
The verse that would invest them m
Like moonlight in the heaven of sp
How beautiful they were, how firm
Flecking the starry sky like woven

PART 1.
A Sensitive Plant in a garden gre
And the young winds fed it with si
And it opened its fan-like leaves
And closed them beneath the kisses

SILENUS:
O Bacchus, what a world of toil,
And ere these limbs were overworn
Have I endured for thee! First, w
The mountain-nymphs who nursed the

At the creation of the Earth
Pleasure, that divinest birth,
From the soil of Heaven did rise,
Wrapped in sweet wild melodies—
Like an exhalation wreathing

From the Greek.
Eagle! why soarest thou above that
To what sublime and star-ypaven ho
Floatest thou?—
I am the image of swift Plato’s s

The awful shadow of some unseen P
Floats though unseen among us; vis
This various world with as inconst
As summer winds that creep from fl
Like moonbeams that behind some pi

‘Here lieth One whose name was wr
But, ere the breath that could era
Death, in remorse for that fell sl
Death, the immortalizing winter, f
Athwart the stream,—and time’s pri

I would not be a king—enough
Of woe it is to love;
The path to power is steep and rou
And tempests reign above.
I would not climb the imperial thr

Before those cruel twins whom at o
Incestuous Change bore to her fat
Error and Truth, had hunted from
All those bright natures which ado
And left us nothing to believe in,