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XXIIA LATE SPRING
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XXII
A LATE SPRING
The Marriage of Zephyrus and Chloris
Late Zephyr, thou this month and more art dallying
In some sweet western cave,
Atlantis, or Ogygia, where the wave
Laps thee in sleep, or some white Goddess-form
Holds back thy sallying.
In some sweet western cave,
Atlantis, or Ogygia, where the wave
Laps thee in sleep, or some white Goddess-form
Holds back thy sallying.
Within the gracious haunts of early flowering
Idly the children seek
Thy children,—primrose, speedwell, hyacinth meek;
While in this March-May breeze the windflower-stars
Shine faint and cowering.
Idly the children seek
Thy children,—primrose, speedwell, hyacinth meek;
While in this March-May breeze the windflower-stars
Shine faint and cowering.
The violet only comes, the true-heart's favourite,—
And on the trees meanwhile,
Chloris, thy bride, looks vainly for a smile,
A breath, excusing thy delay; and thou
Hast nought to say for it.
And on the trees meanwhile,
Chloris, thy bride, looks vainly for a smile,
A breath, excusing thy delay; and thou
Hast nought to say for it.
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But she, forgetful of the days of flowering,
Sits in the forest gray,
And all her buds blush reddening at thy stay,
And cannot weave their rose-wreaths for the bride,
Or green embowering.
Sits in the forest gray,
And all her buds blush reddening at thy stay,
And cannot weave their rose-wreaths for the bride,
Or green embowering.
What ails thee, Zephyr, while the blackbird clamorous
Calls thee to Chloris' side,
Mocking thy chilling absence from the bride;
While the sad silent nightingale holds back
His welcome amorous?
Calls thee to Chloris' side,
Mocking thy chilling absence from the bride;
While the sad silent nightingale holds back
His welcome amorous?
Come, Zephyr, come! the heavens one moment favouring,
Invite thee from the west;
Fair Chloris woos thee to her genial breast;
Spring waits the bridal, sick of this delay,
And long, long wavering.
Invite thee from the west;
Fair Chloris woos thee to her genial breast;
Spring waits the bridal, sick of this delay,
And long, long wavering.
May, 1879
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