Orpheus

What light of love Your depth endued ? Come forth! I invoke ye, O wells, ye dwellers of dim solitude! THE WELLS Deep and calm to heaven’s mirror Through the cedarn grove or ashen, Willow-woven, or cypress terror, To the sky’s less serene fashion Still we look: around our margin Holy priestess, longing lover, Poet musing, vagrant virgin, Nor their own mild looks discover, But the light and glow of that they are meditating over. ORPHEUS O curves unbeholden, Bright glory of bays! Deep gulfs grown golden With dawn and its ways! With sunset enfolden In silvery praise! Come forth! I invoke ye, O gulfs, where the sea is as children, and plays. THE Bays Where the hills reach to heaven behind us A voice is rolled over the steep, Some godhead whose glory would blind us, Reflected far-off on the deep. 53