沉思在达芙妮的命运,许多感情敦促my breast, For the God so keen desiring, And the Nymph so deep distrest. Never flashed thro' sylvan valley Visions so divinely fair! He with early ardour glowing, She with rosy anguish rare. Only still more sweet and lovely For those terrors on her brows, Those swift glances wild and brilliant, Those delicious panting vows. Timidly the timid shoulders Shrinking from the fervid hand! Dark the tide of hair back-flowing From the blue-veined temples bland! Lovely, too, divine Apollo In the speed of his pursuit; With his eye an azure lustre, And his voice a summer lute! Looking like some burnished eagle Hovering o'er a fluttered bird; Not unseen of silver Naiad, And of wistful Dryad heard! Many a morn the naked beauty Saw her bright reflection drown In the flowing smooth-faced river, While the god came sheening down. Down from Pindus bright Peneus Tells its muse-melodious source; Sacred is its fountained birthplace, And the Orient floods its course. Many a morn the sunny darling Saw the rising chariot-rays, From the winding river-reaches, Mellowing in amber haze. Thro' the flaming mountain gorges Lo, the River leaps the plain; Like a wild god-stridden courser, Tossing high its foamy mane. Then he swims thro' laurelled sunlight, Full of all sensations sweet, Misty with his morning incense, To the mirrored maiden's feet! Wet and bright the dinting pebbles Shine where oft she paused and stood; All her dreamy warmth revolving, While the chilly waters wooed. Like to rosy-born Aurora, Glowing freshly into view, When her doubtful foot she ventures On the first cold morning blue. White as that Thessalian lily, Fairest Tempe's fairest flower, Lo, the tall Peneian virgin Stands beneath her bathing bower. There the laurell'd wreaths o'erarching Crown'd the dainty shuddering maid; There the dark prophetic laurel Kiss'd her with its sister shade. There the young green glistening leaflets Hush'd with love their breezy peal; There the little opening flowerets Blush'd beneath her vermeil heel! There among the conscious arbours Sounds of soft tumultuous wail, Mysteries of love, melodious, Came upon the lyric gale! Breathings of a deep enchantment, Effluence of immortal grace, Flitted round her faltering footstep, Spread a balm about her face! Witless of the enamour'd presence, Like a dreamy lotus bud From its drowsy stem down-drooping, Gazed she in the glowing flood. Softly sweet with fluttering presage, Felt she that ethereal sense, Drinking charms of love delirious, Reaping bliss of love intense! All the air was thrill'd with sunrise, Birds made music of her name, And the god-impregnate water Claspt her image ere she came. Richer for that glance unconscious! Dearer for that soft dismay! And the sudden self-possession! And the smile as bright as day! Plunging 'mid her scattered tresses, With her blue invoking eyes; See her like a star descending! Like a rosebud see her rise! Like a rosebud in the morning Dashing off its jewell'd dews, Ere unfolding all its fragrance It is gathered by the muse! Beauteous in the foamy laughter Bubbling round her shrinking waist, Lo! from locks and lips and eyelids Rain the glittering pearl-drops chaste! And about the maiden rapture Still the ruddy ripples play'd, Ebbing round in startled circlets When her arms began to wade; Flowing in like tides attracted To the glowing crescent shine! Clasping her ambrosial whiteness Like an Autumn-tinted vine! Sinking low with love's emotion! Levying with look and tone All love's rosy arts to mimic Cytherea's magic zone! Trembling up with adoration To the crimson daisy tip Budding from the snowy bosom - Fainter than the rose-red lip! Rising in a storm of wavelets, That for shelter, feigning fright, Prest to those twin-heaving havens, Harbour'd there beneath her light; Gleaming in a whirl of eddies Round her lucid throat and neck; Eddying in a gleam of dimples Up against her bloomy cheek; Bribing all the breezy water With rich warmth, the nymph to keep In a self-imprison'd plaisance, Tempting her from deep to deep. Till at last delirious passion Thrill'd the god to wild excess, And the fervour of a moment Made divinity confess; And he stood in all his glory! But so radiant, being near, That her eyes were frozen on him In a fascinated fear! All with orient splendour shining, All with roseate birth aglow, Gleam'd the golden god before her, With his golden crescent bow.