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Collected Works (Vol. III)
Collected Works (Vol. III) (1907), PDF p. 143
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LIBER PRIMUS VEL CARMINUM
137
THE LAKES.
In the hollow of the mountain,
In the bosom of the plain,
Fed by river, stream, and fountain,
Slain by sun, reborn of rain ;
In the desert green-engirded,
Lying lone in waste and wood,
To my breast the many-herded
Lowing kine in gracious mood
Come, drink deeply, and are glad of me, my
pleasant solitude.
ORPHEUS.
From the breast of the snow
As a life-swollen stream,
Your !ove-rivers flow
Soft hued as a dream,
Adrift and aglow
With the sunlight supreme.
Come forth! I invoke ye, O torrents that fall
in the mazes and gleam !
THE MOUNTAIN TORRENTS.
Falling fast or lingering love-wise,
Gathered into mirror-lakes,
Floating sprayed through heaven dove-
wise,
Dreaming, dashing ; sunlight shakes
Into million-coloured petals
All our limpid drops, and wraps
Earth with green, as water settles
On the rocks and in their gaps,
Mossy rainbow-tinted maidens, flowers and
fernshoots in their laps.
ORPHEUS,
Low down in the hollows
And vales of the earth,
What eagle-sight follows
Your length and green girth ?
Your light is Apollo’s,
Diana’s your mirth !
THE RIVERS.
In the lowland gently swelling,
Born and risen out of rain,
Wide the curves and arrowy dwelling
Where we rest or roll again.
There our calm sides shield the mortal,
Bears his bark our breast, and we
Follow to the mystic portal
Where we mingle with the sea.
Every life of earth we list to: should not we
then answer thee?
ORPHEUS.
O see mixt with acther
In whirls that awake,
Roar skywards and wreathe her
Bright coils as a snake,
In agony seethe her
Sad cries for the sake
Of peace—I invoke ye! Come forth!
spouts in the wave’s wild wake!
O
THE WATERSPOUTS.
Whirling over miles of ocean,
Lowering o’er the solemn sea,
Hears our life the deep commotion
That we know—thy witchery.
Wheeling, hating, fearing ever
As we thunder o’er the deep,
Death alone our path can sever,
Death our guerdon if we weep.
We obey thee, we are with thee! Wilt thou
! never let us sleep?
ORPHEUS.
© rolled on the river
By might of the moon,
Ye tremble and quiver,
Ye shudder and swoon !
The cities ye shiver :
The ships know your tune.
Come forth! I invoke ye, O rivers, I have Come forth! I invoke ye, O eagres! dread
watched your mysterious birth!
| rivals of shoal and typhoon !
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