For　wine　we　follow　Bacchus　through　the　earth；
  Great　God　of　breathless　cups　and　chirping　mirth！…
  Come　hither；　lady　fair；　and　joined　be
  To　our　mad　minstrelsy！'
  〃Over　wide　streams　and　mountains　great　we　went；
  And；　save　when　Bacchus　kept　his　ivy　tent；
  Onward　the　tiger　and　the　leopard　pants；
  With　Asian　elephants：
  Onward　these　myriads…　with　song　and　dance；
  With　zebras　striped；　and　sleek　Arabians'　prance；
  Web…footed　alligators；　crocodiles；
  Bearing　upon　their　scaly　backs；　in　files；
  Plump　infant　laughers　mimicking　the　coil
  Of　seamen；　and　stout　galley…rowers'　toil：
  With　toying　oars　and　silken　sails　they　glide；
  Nor　care　for　wind　and　tide。
  〃Mounted　on　panthers'　furs　and　lions'　manes；
  From　rear　to　van　they　scour　about　the　plains；
  A　three　days'　journey　in　a　moment　done：
  And　always；　at　the　rising　of　the　sun；
  About　the　wilds　they　hunt　with　spear　and　horn；
  On　spleenful　unicorn。
  〃I　saw　Osirian　Egypt　kneel　adown
  Before　the　vine…wreath　crown！
  I　saw　parch'd　Abyssinia　rouse　and　sing
  To　the　silver　cymbals'　ring！
  I　saw　the　whelming　vintage　hotly　pierce
  Old　Tartary　the　fierce！
  The　kings　of　Inde　their　jewel…sceptres　vail；
  And　from　their　treasures　scatter　pearled　hail；
  Great　Brahma　from　his　mystic　heaven　groans；
  And　all　his　priesthood　moans；
  Before　young　Bacchus'　eye…wink　turning　pale。…
  Into　these　regions　came　I　following　him；
  Sick　hearted；　weary…　so　I　took　a　whim
  To　stray　away　into　these　forests　drear
  Alone；　without　a　peer：
  And　I　have　told　thee　all　thou　mayest　hear。
  〃Young　stranger！
  I've　been　a　ranger
  In　search　of　pleasure　throughout　every　clime：
  Alas；　'tis　not　for　me！
  Bewitch'd　I　sure　must　be；
  To　lose　in　grieving　all　my　maiden　prime。
  〃Come　then；　Sorrow！
  Sweetest　Sorrow！
  Like　an　own　babe　I　nurse　thee　on　my　breast：
  I　thought　to　leave　thee
  And　deceive　thee；
  But　now　of　all　the　world　I　love　thee　best。
  〃There　is　not　one；
  No；　no；　not　one
  But　thee　to　comfort　a　poor　lonely　maid；
  Thou　art　her　mother；
  And　her　brother；
  Her　playmate；　and　her　wooer　in　the　shade。〃
  O　what　a　sigh　she　gave　in　finishing；
  And　look；　quite　dead　to　every　worldly　thing！
  Endymion　could　not　speak；　but　gazed　on　her；
  And　listened　to　the　wind　that　now　did　stir
  About　the　crisped　oaks　full　drearily；
  Yet　with　as　sweet　a　softness　as　might　be
  Remember'd　from　its　velvet　summer　song。
  At　last　he　said：　〃Poor　lady；　how　thus　long
  Have　I　been　able　to　endure　that　voice？
  Fair　Melody！　kind　Syren！　I've　no　choice；
  I　must　be　thy　sad　servant　evermore：
  I　cannot　choose　but　kneel　here　and　adore。
  Alas；　I　must　not　think…　by　Phoebe；　no！
  Let　me　not　think；　soft　Angel！　shall　it　be　so？
  Say；　beautifullest；　shall　I　never　think？
  O　thou　could'st　foster　me　beyond　the　brink
  Of　recollection！　make　my　watchful　care
  Close　up　its　bloodshot　eyes；　nor　see　despair！
  Do　gently　murder　half　my　soul；　and
  Shall　feel　the　other　half　so　utterly！…
  I'm　giddy　at　that　cheek　so　fair　and　smooth；
  O　let　it　blush　so　ever！　let　it　soothe
  My　madness！　let　it　mantle　rosy…warm
  With　the　tinge　of　love；　panting　in　safe　alarm。…
  This　cannot　be　thy　hand；　and　yet　it　is；
  And　this　is　sure　thine　other　softling…　this
  Thine　own　fair　bosom；　and　I　am　so　near！
  Wilt　fall　asleep？　O　let　me　sip　that　tear！
  And　whisper　one　sweet　word　that　I　may　know
  This　is　this　world…　sweet　dewy　blossom！〃…　Woe！
  Woe！　Woe　to　that　Endymion！　Where　is　he？…
  Even　these　words　went　echoing　dismally
  Through　the　wide　forest…　a　most　fearful　tone；
  Like　one　repenting　in　his　latest　moan；
  And　while　it　died　away　a　shade　pass'd　by；
  As　of　a　thunder　cloud。　When　arrows　fly
  Through　the　thick　branches；　poor　ring…doves　sleek　forth
  Their　timid　necks　and　tremble；　so　these　both
  Leant　to　each　other　trembling；　and　sat　so
  Waiting　for　some　destruction…　when　lo；
  Foot…feather'd　Mercury　appear'd　sublime
  Beyond　the　tall　tree　tops；　and　in　less　time
  Than　shoots　the　slanted　hail…storm；　down　he　dropt
  Towards　the　ground；　but　rested　not；　nor　stopt
  One　moment　from　his　home：　only　the　sward
  He　with　his　wand　light　touch'd；　and　heavenward
  Swifter　than　sight　was　gone…　even　before
  The　teeming　earth　a　sudden　witness　bore
  Of　his　swift　magic。　Diving　swans　appear
  Above　the　crystal　circlings　white　and　clear；
  And　catch　the　cheated　eye　in　wide　surprise；
  How　they　can　dive　in　sight　and　unseen　rise…
  So　from　the　turf　outsprang　two　steeds　jet…black；
  Each　with　large　dark　blue　wings　upon　his　back。
  The　youth　of　Caria　plac'd　the　lovely　dame
  On　one；　and　felt　himself　in　spleen　to　tame
  The　other's　fierceness。　Through　the　air　they　flew；
  High　as　the　eagles。　Like　two　drops　of　dew
  Exhal'd　to　Phoebus'　lips；　away　they　are　gone；
  Far　from　the　earth　away…　unseen；　alone；
  Among　cool　clouds　and　winds；　but　that　the　free；
  The　buoyant　life　of　song　can　floating　be
  Above　their　heads；　and　follow　them　untir'd。…
  Muse　of　my　native　land；　am　I　inspir'd？
  This　is　the　giddy　air；　and　I　must　spread
  Wide　pinions　to　keep　here；　nor　do　I　dread
  Or　height；　or　depth；　or　width；　or　any　chance
  Precipitous：　I　have　beneath　my　glance
  Those　towering　horses　and　their　mournful　freight。
  Could　I　thus　sail；　and　see；　and　thus　await
  Fearless　for　power　of　thought；　without　thine　aid？…
  There　is　a　sleepy　dusk；　an　odorous　shade
  From　some　approaching　wonder；　and　behold
  Those　winged　steeds；　with　snorting　nostrils　bold
  Snuff　at　its　faint　extreme；　and　seem　to　tire；
  Dying　to　embers　from　their　native　fire！
  There　curl'd　a　purple　mist　around　them；　soon；
  It　seem'd　as　when　around　the　pale　new　moon
  Sad　Zephyr　droops　the　clouds　like　weeping　willow：
  'Twas　Sleep　slow　journeying　with　head　on　pillow。
  For　the　first　time；　since　he　came　nigh　dead　born
  From　the　old　womb　of　night；　his　cave　forlorn
  Had　he　left　more　forlorn；　for　the　first　time；
  He　felt　aloof　the　day　and　morning's　prime…
  Because　into　his　depth　Cimmerian
  There　came　a　dream；　showing　how　a　young　man；
  Ere　a　lean　bat　could　plump　its　wintery　skin；
  Would　at　high　Jove's　empyreal　footstool　win
  An　immortality；　and　how　espouse
  Jove's　daughter；　and　be　reckon'd　of　his　house。
  Now　was　he　slumbering　towards　heaven's　gate；
  That　he　might　at　the　threshold　one　hour　wait
  To　hear　the　marriage　melodies；　and　then
  Sink　downward　to　his　dusky　cave　again。
  His　litter　of　smooth　semilucent　mist；
  Diversely　ting'd　with　rose　and　amethyst；
  Puzzled　those　eyes　that　for　the　centre　sought；
  And　scarcely　for　one　moment　could　be　caught
  His　sluggish　form　reposing　motionless。
  Those　two　on　winged　steeds；　with　all　the　stress
  Of　vision　search'd　for　him；　as　one　would　look
  Athwart　the　sallows　of　a　river　nook
  To　catch　a　glance　at　silver…throated　eels；…
  Or　from　old　Skiddaw's　top；　when　fog　conceals
  His　rugged　forehead　in　a　mantle　pale；
  With　an　eye…guess　towards　some　pleasant　vale
  Descry　a　favourite　hamlet　faint　and　far。
  These　raven　horses；　though　they　foster'd　are
  Of　earth's　splenetic　fire；　dully　drop
  Their　full…vein'd　ears；　nostrils　blood　wide；　and　stop；
  Upon　the　spiritless　mist　have　they　outspread
  Their　ample　feathers；　are　in　slumber　dead；…
  And　on　those　pinions；　level　in　mid　air；
  Endymion　sleepeth　and　the　lady　fair。
  Slowly　they　sail；　slowly　as　icy　isle
  Upon　a　calm　sea　drifting：　and　meanwhile
  The　mournful　wanderer　dreams。　Behold！　he　walks
  On　heaven's　pavement；　brotherly　he　talks
  To　divine　powers：　from　his　hand　full　fain
  Juno's　proud　birds　are　pecking　pearly　grain：
  He　tries　the　nerve　of　Phoebus'　golden　bow；
  And　asketh　where　the　golden　apples　grow：
  Upon　his　arm　he　braces　Pallas'　shield；
  And　strives　in　vain　to　unsettle　and　wield
  A　Jovian　thunderbolt：　arch　Hebe　brings
  A　full…brimm'd　goblet；　dances　li