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By the wandering waters,
Where there cometh none,
Save the twilight's daughters,
Those the light that shun,
Ferns and mosses, shelter
Seeking from the swelter
Of the shameless sun,
Still the Dryads greet me,
Still the dream-sprites meet me,
When the day is done.
Where there cometh none,
Save the twilight's daughters,
Those the light that shun,
Ferns and mosses, shelter
Seeking from the swelter
Of the shameless sun,
Still the Dryads greet me,
Still the dream-sprites meet me,
When the day is done.
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In the forest-crannies
Labyrinthian,
Where no trace of man is,
Since the world began,
Hide the Gods of Hellas,
That (old fables tell us)
Fled the face of man,
When the new Gods' coming,
Delphian voices dumbing,
Tolled the death of Pan.
Labyrinthian,
Where no trace of man is,
Since the world began,
Hide the Gods of Hellas,
That (old fables tell us)
Fled the face of man,
When the new Gods' coming,
Delphian voices dumbing,
Tolled the death of Pan.
Thither comes Apollo,
With his silver lyre,
And the Muses follow
In his trace of fire:
Dian there and Venus
Harbour and Silenus
Pipes, the Satyrs' sire;
Bacchus there abideth;
Ay, and Eros hideth
There the world's desire.
With his silver lyre,
And the Muses follow
In his trace of fire:
Dian there and Venus
Harbour and Silenus
Pipes, the Satyrs' sire;
Bacchus there abideth;
Ay, and Eros hideth
There the world's desire.
There the glad Immortals
Dwell in dale and glen,
From Olympus portals
Chased by foolish men.
Since too high their brightness
Was for mortal lightness,
Since the folk erewhen
Chose to live in sadness,
There they dwell till gladness
Come to earth again.
Dwell in dale and glen,
From Olympus portals
Chased by foolish men.
Since too high their brightness
Was for mortal lightness,
Since the folk erewhen
Chose to live in sadness,
There they dwell till gladness
Come to earth again.
Save some crackbrain poet,
Wandering with his dream,
Few there be who know it,
Few there be who deem
That the faint shapes, flitting
Through the intermitting
Shade, by brake and stream,
Are the old Gods, biding
For the Future's 'tiding,
For the new days' gleam.
Wandering with his dream,
Few there be who know it,
Few there be who deem
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Through the intermitting
Shade, by brake and stream,
Are the old Gods, biding
For the Future's 'tiding,
For the new days' gleam.
But, bytimes, at setting,
When the sun is dim,
Folk, the way forgetting
By the forest's rim,
From the woodways swelling,
From the waters welling,
Hear an unknown hymn.
'Tis the old Gods crying,
For deliverance sighing
From the Present grim.
When the sun is dim,
Folk, the way forgetting
By the forest's rim,
From the woodways swelling,
From the waters welling,
Hear an unknown hymn.
'Tis the old Gods crying,
For deliverance sighing
From the Present grim.
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