- But lo! at length the day is lingered out, At length my Ariel lays his viol by;We sing no more to thee, child, he and I;The day is lingered out:
In slow wreaths folden Around yon censer, sphered, golden, Vague Vesper's fumes aspire;And glimmering to eclipse The long laburnum drips Its honey of wild flame, its jocund spilth of fire.
Now pass your ways, fair bird, and pass your ways, If you will;I have you through the days!
A flit or hold you still, And perch you where you list On what wrist, -You are mine through the times!
I have caught you fast for ever in a tangle of sweet rhymes.
And in your young maiden morn, You may scorn, But you must be Bound and sociate to me;With this thread from out the tomb my dead hand shall tether thee!
Go, sister-songs, to that sweet sister-pair For whom I have your frail limbs fashioned, And framed feateously; -For whom I have your frail limbs fashioned With how great shamefastness and how great dread, Knowing you frail, but not if you be fair, Though framed feateously;Go unto them from me.
Go from my shadow to their sunshine sight, Made for all sights' delight;Go like twin swans that oar the surgy storms To bate with pennoned snows in candent air:
Nigh with abased head, Yourselves linked sisterly, that sister-pair, And go in presence there;Saying--"Your young eyes cannot see our forms, Nor read the yearning of our looks aright;But time shall trail the veilings from our hair, And cleanse your seeing with his euphrasy, (Yea, even your bright seeing make more bright, Which is all sights' delight), And ye shall know us for what things we be.
"Whilom, within a poet's calyxed heart, A dewy love we trembled all apart;Whence it took rise Beneath your radiant eyes, Which misted it to music.We must long, A floating haze of silver subtile song, Await love-laden Above each maiden The appointed hour that o'er the hearts of you -As vapours into dew Unweave, whence they were wove, -Shall turn our loosening musics back to love."