Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XIV, Issue 4407, 17 February 1883, Page 1

Select Poetry.

ENDYMIOtf.

The riving moon has hid the start; Her level rays, like golden bars, .' Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown, between. And silver white the river gleams, As if Diana, in her dreams, Had dropped her silver bow Upon the meadows, low. On such a tranquil night as this, . She woke Endymion with a kiss, When, sleeping on the grove, He dreamed not of her love. Like Dian's kies, unasked, unsought, Love gives itself, but is not bought; Nor voice, nor, sound betrays . Its deep, impassioned gaze. It comes—the beautiful, the free, The crown of all humanity— In silence and alone' '; To seek the. elected one. It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep Are Life's oblivion, the soul's sleep And kisses the closed eyes - ■ Of him, who slumbering lies. 0 weary hearts! 0 slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, ■ Ye shall be loved again! No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own. Responds—as if with unseen wings, An angel touched its quivering strings; And whispers, in its song: " Wherehaet thou stayed so long ? lf — S. W. Longfellow.