And Look Not Bitterly; And Speak Not One Pale Word, And Sigh No More. Sure I Will Not Believe Thou Hast Such Store Of Grief, To Last Thee To My Kiss Again. Thou Surely Canst Not Bear A Mind In Pain, Come Hand In Hand With One So Beautiful. Be Happy Both Of You! For I Will Pull The Flowers Of Autumn For Your Coronals. Pan'S Holy Priest For Young Endymion Calls; And When He Is Restor'D, Thou, Fairest Dame, Shalt Be Our Queen. Now, Is It Not A Shame To See Ye Thus, Not Very, Very Sad? Perhaps Ye Are Too Happy To Be Glad: O Feel As If It Were A Common Day; Free-Voic'D As One Who Never Was Away. No Tongue Shall Ask, Whence Come Ye? But Ye Shall Be Gods Of Your Own Rest Imperial. Not Even I, For One Whole Month, Will Pry Into The Hours That Have Pass'D Us By, Since In My Arbour I Did Sing To Thee. O Hermes! On This Very Night Will Be A Hymning Up To Cynthia, Queen Of Light; For The Soothsayers Old Saw Yesternight Good Visions In The Air, Whence Will Befal, As Say These Sages, Health Perpetual To Shepherds And Their Flocks; And Furthermore, In Dian'S Face They Read The Gentle Lore: Therefore For Her These Vesper-Carols Are. Our Friends Will All Be There From Nigh And Far. Many Upon Thy Death Have Ditties Made; And Many, Even Now, Their Foreheads Shade With Cypress, On A Day Of Sacrifice. New Singing For Our Maids Shalt Thou Devise, And Pluck The Sorrow From Our Huntsmen'S Brows. Tell Me, My Lady-Queen, How To Espouse This Wayward Brother To His Rightful Joys! His Eyes Are On Thee Bent, As Thou Didst Poise His Fate Most Goddess-Like. Help Me, I Pray, To Lure Endymion, Dear Brother, Say What Ails Thee?" He Could Bear No More, And So Bent His Soul Fiercely Like A Spiritual Bow, And Twang'D It Inwardly, And Calmly Said: "I Would Have Thee My Only Friend, Sweet Maid! My Only Visitor! Not Ignorant Though, That Those Deceptions Which For Pleasure Go 'Mong Men, Are Pleasures Real As Real May Be: But There Are Higher Ones I May Not See, If Impiously An Earthly Realm I Take. Since I Saw Thee, I Have Been Wide Awake Night After Night, And Day By Day, Until Of The Empyrean I Have Drunk My Fill. Let It Content Thee, Sister, Seeing Me More Happy Than Betides Mortality. A Hermit Young, I'll Live In Mossy Cave, Where Thou Alone Shalt Come To Me, And Lave Thy Spirit In The Wonders I Shall Tell. Through Me The Shepherd Realm Shall Prosper Well; For To Thy Tongue Will I All Health Confide. And, For My Sake, Let This Young Maid Abide With Thee As A Dear Sister. Thou Alone, Peona, Mayst Return To Me. I Own This May Sound Strangely: But When, Dearest Girl, Thou Seest It For My Happiness, No Pearl Will Trespass Down Those Cheeks. Companion Fair! Wilt Be Content To Dwell With Her, To Share This Sister'S Love With Me?" Like One Resign'D And Bent By Circumstance, And Thereby Blind In Self-Commitment, Thus That Meek Unknown: "Aye, But A Buzzing By My Ears Has Flown, Of Jubilee To Dian: Truth I Heard! Well Then, I See There Is No Little Bird, Tender Soever, But Is Jove'S Own Care. Long Have I Sought For Rest, And, Unaware, Behold I Find It! So Exalted Too! So After My Own Heart! I Knew, I Knew There Was A Place Untenanted In It: In That Same Void White Chastity Shall Sit, And Monitor Me Nightly To Lone Slumber. With Sanest Lips I Vow Me To The Number Of Dian'S Sisterhood; And, Kind Lady, With Thy Good Help, This Very Night Shall See My Future Days To Her Fane Consecrate." As Feels A Dreamer What Doth Most Create His Own Particular Fright, So These Three Felt: Or Like One Who, In After Ages, Knelt To Lucifer Or Baal, When he'd Pine After A Little Sleep: Or When In Mine Far Under-Ground, A Sleeper Meets His Friends Who Know Him Not. Each Diligently Bends Towards Common Thoughts And Things For Very Fear; Striving Their Ghastly Malady To Cheer, By Thinking It A Thing Of Yes And No, That Housewives Talk Of. But The Spirit-Blow Was Struck, And All Were Dreamers. At The Last Endymion Said: "Are Not Our Fates All Cast? Why Stand We Here? Adieu, Ye Tender Pair! Adieu!" Whereat Those Maidens, With Wild Stare, Walk'D Dizzily Away. Pained And Hot His Eyes Went After Them, Until They Got Near To A Cypress Grove, Whose Deadly Maw, In One Swift Moment, Would What Then He Saw Engulph For Ever. "Stay!" He Cried, "Ah, Stay! Turn, Damsels! Hist! One Word I Have To Say. Sweet Indian, I Would See Thee Once Again. It Is A Thing I Dote On: So I'd Fain, Peona, Ye Should Hand In Hand Repair Into Those Holy Groves, That Silent Are Behind Great Dian'S Temple. I'll Be Yon, At Vesper'S Earliest Twinkle They Are Gone But Once, Once, Once Again " At This He Press'D His Hands Against His Face, And Then Did Rest His Head Upon A Mossy Hillock Green, And So Remain'D As He A Corpse Had Been All The Long Day; Save When He Scantly Lifted His Eyes Abroad, To See How Shadows Shifted With The Slow Move Of Time, Sluggish And Weary Until The Poplar Tops, In Journey Dreary, Had Reach'D The River'S Brim. Then Up He Rose, And, Slowly As That Very River Flows, Walk'D Towards The Temple Grove With This Lament: "Why Such A Golden Eve? The Breeze Is Sent Careful And Soft, That Not A Leaf May Fall Before The Serene Father Of Them All Bows Down His Summer Head Below The West. Now Am I Of Breath, Speech, And Speed Possest, But At The Setting I Must Bid Adieu To Her For The Last Time. Night Will Strew On The Damp Grass Myriads Of Lingering Leaves, And With Them Shall I Die; Nor Much It Grieves To Die, When Summer Dies On The Cold Sward. Why, I Have Been A Butterfly, A Lord Of Flowers, Garlands, Love-Knots, Silly Posies, Groves, Meadows, Melodies, And Arbour Roses; My Kingdom'S At Its Death, And Just It Is That I Should Die With It: So In All This We Miscal Grief, Bale, Sorrow, Heartbreak, Woe, What Is There To Plain Of? By Titan'S Foe I Am But Rightly Serv'D." So Saying, He Tripp'D Lightly On, In Sort Of Deathful Glee; Laughing At The Clear Stream And Setting Sun, As Though They Jests Had Been: Nor Had He Done His Laugh At Nature'S Holy Countenance, Until That Grove Appear'D, As If Perchance, And Then His Tongue With Sober Seemlihed Gave Utterance As He Entered: "Ha!" I Said, "King Of The Butterflies; But By This Gloom, And By Old Rhadamanthus' Tongue Of Doom, This Dusk Religion, Pomp Of Solitude, And The Promethean Clay By Thief Endued, By Old Saturnus' Forelock, By His Head Shook With Eternal Palsy, I Did Wed Myself To Things Of Light From Infancy; And Thus To Be Cast Out, Thus Lorn To Die, Is Sure Enough To Make A Mortal Man Grow Impious." So He Inwardly Began On Things For Which No Wording Can Be Found; Deeper And Deeper Sinking, Until Drown'D Beyond The Reach Of Music: For The Choir Of Cynthia He Heard Not, Though Rough Briar Nor Muffling Thicket Interpos'D To Dull The Vesper Hymn, Far Swollen, Soft And Full, Through The Dark Pillars Of Those Sylvan Aisles. He Saw Not The Two Maidens, Nor Their Smiles, Wan As Primroses Gather'D At Midnight By Chilly Finger'D Spring. "Unhappy Wight! Endymion!" Said Peona, "We Are Here! What Wouldst Thou Ere We All Are Laid On Bier?" Then He Embrac'D Her, And His Lady'S Hand Press'D, Saying:" Sister, I Would Have Command, If It Were Heaven'S Will, On Our Sad Fate." At Which That Dark-Eyed Stranger Stood Elate And Said, In A New Voice, But Sweet As Love, To Endymion'S Amaze: "By Cupid'S Dove, And So Thou Shalt! And By The Lily Truth Of My Own Breast Thou Shalt, Beloved Youth!" And As She Spake, Into Her Face There Came Light, As Reflected From A Silver Flame: Her Long Black Hair Swell'D Ampler, In Display Full Golden; In Her Eyes A Brighter Day Dawn'D Blue And Full Of Love. Aye, He Beheld Phoebe, His Passion! Joyous She Upheld Her Lucid Bow, Continuing Thus; "Drear, Drear Has Our Delaying Been; But Foolish Fear Withheld Me First; And Then Decrees Of Fate; And Then 'Twas Fit That From This Mortal State Thou Shouldst, My Love, By Some Unlook'D For Change Be Spiritualiz'D. Peona, We Shall Range These Forests, And To Thee They Safe Shall Be As Was Thy Cradle; Hither Shalt Thou Flee To Meet Us Many A Time." Next Cynthia Bright Peona Kiss'D, And Bless'D With Fair Good Night: Her Brother Kiss'D Her Too, And Knelt Adown Before His Goddess, In A Blissful Swoon. She Gave Her Fair Hands To Him, And Behold, Before Three Swiftest Kisses He Had Told, They Vanish'D Far Away! Peona Went Home Through The Gloomy Wood In Wonderment.