JEPHTHAH. 65
Singing lest our eyes escape
All his tunic wried and loose
With the feet that softly trod
In the vat the fairy god ;
Never more our eyes shall swim,
Looking to the ocean brim
In the magic moon that rose
Through the archipelagos,
When the Grecian woods were wet
With our dewy songs, that set
Quivering all seas and snows,
Stars and tender winds that fret
Lily, lily, laughing rose,
Sighing, sighing violet,
Dusky pansy, swaying rush,
And the stream that flows
Singing, ringing softly: Hush!
Listen to the bird that goes
Wooing to the brown mate's bough ;
Listen to the breeze that blows
Over cape and valley now
At the silence of the noon,
Or the slumber-hour
Of the white delicious moon
Like a lotus-flower.
Let us sadly, slowly, go
To the silence of the snow.
ADULAH [embraang Jephthah}.
Whose crystal fastnesses shall echo back
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