The light of the dying day, The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns, And the nymphs of the woods and waves, To the edge of the moist river-lawns, And the brink of the dewy caves, And all that did then attend and follow I sang of the dædal Earth, And of Heaven-and the giant wars, And then I changed my pipings,- The World's Wanderers I. ELL me, thou star, whose wings of light Speed thee in thy fiery flight, In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now? II. Tell me, moon, thou pale and gray III. Weary wind, who wanderest The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of II. The chill rain is falling, the nipt worm is crawling, The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling For the year; The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone To his dwelling; Come, months, come away; Let your light sisters play – Of the dead cold year, And make her grave green with tear on tear. Fragment: A Face His face was like a snake's—wrinkled and loose And withered. EATH is here and death is there, All around, within, beneath, Above is death-and we are death. II. Death has set his mark and seal On all we are and all we feel, On all we know and all we fear, III. First our pleasures die—and then Our hopes, and then our fears—and when These are dead, the debt is due, Dust claims dust- and we die too. |