Orpheus

THE MOUNTAIN TORRENTS Falling fast or lingering love-wise, Gathered into mirror-lakes, Floating sprayed through heaven dovewise, Dreaming, dashing; sunlight shakes Into million-coloured petals All our limpid drops, and wraps Earth with green, as water settles On the rocks and in their gaps, Mossy rainbow-tinted maidens, flowers and fernshoots in their laps. ORPHEUS Low down in the hollows And vales of the earth, What eagle-sight follows Your length and green girth? Your light is Apollo’s, Diana’s your mirth! Come forth! I invoke ye, O rivers, I have watched your mysterious birth! THE RIVERS In the lowland gently swelling, Born and risen out of rain, Wide the curves and arrowy dwelling Where we rest or roll again. 50