The light of the dying day,
Speeded by my sweet pipings.

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
Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo,
With envy of my sweet pipings.

I

sang of the dædal Earth,

And of Heaven-and the giant wars,
And Love, and Death, and Birth,-

And then I changed my pipings,-
Singing how down the vale of Menalus
I pursued a maiden and clasp'd a reed:
Gods and men, we are all deluded thus!
It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed:
All wept, as I think both ye now would,
If envy or age had not frozen your blood,
At the sorrow of my sweet 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
Pilgrim of heaven's homeless way,
In what depth of night or day
Seekest thou repose now?

III.

Weary wind, who wanderest
Like the world's rejected guest,
Hast thou still some secret nest
On the tree or billow?

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;
Put on white, black, and gray;

Let your light sisters play –
Ye, follow the bier

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,
Death is busy everywhere,

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.