Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
As the falling rain
trickles among the stones
memories come bubbling out.
It's as if the rain
had pierced my temples.
the reedy voice
of the servant
Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy, -
I was once a barefoot boy!
THE THIRD BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE
THE LEGENDE OF BRITOMARTIS
OR OF CHASTITIECANTO VI
The birth of faire Belphoebe and
Of Amoret is told.
The Gardins of Adonis fraught
With pleasures manifold.
Well may I weene, faire Ladies, all this while
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost
Beauties and feelings, such as would have been
Most sweet to my remembrance even when age
Had dimm'd mine eyes to blindness! They, meanwhile,
Friends, whom I never more may meet again,
On springy heath, along the hill-top edge,
Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance,
To that still roaring dell, of which I told;
The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep,
Deep purple passion, green garden glory, with a scent remarkably rich,
Like the haunting, full October moon, that hardly ever fails to bewitch!
Lilac lovely, violet and voluptuous, in gilt daytime, and evening's ease,
When soon cosmic skies are colored, like rubies, cardinals and cherries.
Admired like amethysts, or glistening grapes, or plump, plentiful plums,
Or like beauty marching down every lane, to a beating of festal drums!
Lilac like lavender, spreading redolent secrets, over scenic, sunlit miles,
Until sangria nights of fuchsia fervor, and fiery, shooting star projectiles.
on a purple sea.
is lovely in the shadows,
'neath violet skies.
A dawn blaze,
Sleep in bed.
Show and tell,
The skies are deepest plum,
And the sun's like a cherry,
The dark mysteries beckon,
And birds are in mulberries!
Peach roses soft and creamy,
In rich shadows gone dreamy.
Gathering a huge bunch, of the most fragrant purple flowers,
I made purple petal potpourri, creating joy to last for hours.
I combined plum roses and lilacs, irises, lavender and others,
Like the colorful birds of summer, looking for their lovers!
Gay days were at last here, and I had found my great desire,
To create the dark exotic scents, like sweet incense on fire!
The potpourri was so fragrant, that it lasted all the summer;
And drifted away into autumn, after spreading all its wonders.