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DAPHNIS THE UNFAITHFUL 
 
 (A POETIC ROMANCE,) 
 
 BY 
 
 Guy Roslyn, a minor. 
 
 1 Of Hony and of Gaule in love there is store ; 
 The Honye is much, but the Gaule is more." 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 JOHN CAMDEN HOTTEN, 74 & 75, PICCADILLY. 
 
 1870. 
 
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 BY THE AUTHOR. 
 
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D APHNIS. 
 
 Now Fancy smile ! and quietly I'll doze 
 
 Within thy airy bow'rs of calm repose : 
 
 O spread thy purple wings that I may fly 
 
 On saffron rays of sunset 'bout the sky ! 
 
 To where yon clouds embrace the sun's last gleams, 
 
 There let me bathe in soul-reviving dreams. 
 
 Or we will tarry in new-budding dales, 
 
 And I will hearken to thy curious tales 
 
 Of Fairyland — all mixed with wondrous sights 
 
 Of things unsearchable and cloudy flights 
 
 To far-off stars, where easy 'tis to trace 
 
 Our tiny earth and moon roll on in space. 
 
io DAPHN1S. 
 
 Have I not basked with thee in summer's sky ? 
 And left the city's crazy din to lie 
 On daisy lawns, whilst thou did'st weirdly sing 
 And all about delicious odours bring? 
 Yea, and I've seen all beauties with a name — 
 The sweetest nymphs, and fairies' moonlight game. 
 
 From Hades to Olympus overhead, 
 From earth to sky and sky to sea we fled. 
 Old Neptune's coral palaces concealed 
 Beneath the murmuring ocean, stood revealed. 
 We've walked with Oceanides below, 
 'Mid sapphires and the diamond's crystal glow, 
 And strayed through caves of pearly sea-shells made, 
 Where fishes in a merry gambol played. 
 Or when the waves in anger sought to fly 
 From out their bounds unto the cloudy sky, 
 We sped in safety on the sea-bird's back, 
 And followed in the howling tempest's track. 
 Soon as the waves in peace their offerings bore 
 Unto the bosom of the shingly shore, 
 
DAPHNIS. 
 
 Wrapt in the fine serenity of night 
 
 We danced with Nereus' many daughters bright. 
 
 But Fancy, if we list to Reason stern, 
 Then 'tis mere nothingness ; for he doth turn 
 Our musing to vanity — nought save sound 
 Hears he in purling rills that joyful bound 
 'Bout Flora's flow'ry halls : no plaintive song 
 That bids us ponder as we pass along. 
 
 At dead of night, the ever tranquil time, 
 When drowsy humankind long hours sublime 
 In slumbers all the sweetest moments pass ; 
 When darting by the twinkling starry mass 
 Pale-visag'd Hecate hurls along the air, 
 With lightning's magic speed and sudden glare, 
 The fire-wing'd meteor, mysterious sign 
 For wicked ouphs and imps to howl and whine- 
 Signal for ghosts' and witches' crazy flight 
 That haunt the frightened mind of man by night. 
 Fancy ! then all my soul has clung to thee, 
 And vanished from this noisy world to see 
 
12 DAPHXIS. 
 
 The shadowy past : Apollo tread the plains 
 Of this our earth to charm with mellow strains 
 The rocks and listening trees, and bring around 
 In tameness birds and beasts, lured by the sound. 
 Thou showed' st me Hector in the midst of war, 
 Dealing out death on all sides, and I saw 
 Achilles from his chariot destroy 
 Great warriors, the pride and boast of Troy. 
 I sighed with thee e'en for Prometheus' woes, 
 Poor Niobe's despair — Ixion's throes. 
 
 O come unto me now ! for I would fain 
 Behold the wonders of the past again. 
 In sleepy wakefulness around me bring 
 The enchanting scene : let maidens sing 
 Sweet roundelays upon their native hills, 
 Bestrewn with spicy herbs and daffodils. 
 Close all my senses to th' incessant din 
 About me, and now soothingly begin : 
 In glens Sicilian new freshness pour, 
 Raise up again the immortals, and store 
 
DAPHNIS. 13 
 
 With nymphs and dryads all the woody ways, 
 And let them dance to old Pan's jolly lays. 
 Let shepherds tune their pipes upon the side 
 Of Etna, and her giant host that hide 
 Their heads eternally 'neath snowy shrouds, 
 That stretch unto the sky, and kiss the clouds. 
 
 Of Daphnis, shepherd of Sicilian land, 
 Whose joys to woes by Venus' artful hand 
 Were turned, and in the early walk of life 
 Each pleasing duty sacrificed to strife, 
 (Poor shepherd !) faltering will I relate, 
 Until the darkest shades of night await 
 On flitting rays of setting sun to cease 
 Their frolic with the streams and sighing trees. 
 Here on this mossy bank, while round me play 
 Wind-wafted leaves, I'll listen to the lay 
 Of Zephyr-kiss'd reeds, sweetly-piping birds, 
 And shape them at thy will, O muse ! to words. 
 Here will I, where my story was begun, 
 Linger many evenings, till flowers have done 
 
1 4 DAPHN1S. 
 
 To bloom 'pon earth — honeysuckle, lilies too, 
 And modest hyacinths with bells of blue ; 
 Till everyone shall dwindle, droop, and die, 
 And graceful grass, low, withering shall lie ; 
 FalFn 'neath scythe, with parting breath so sweet, — 
 No more Apollo's morning fire to greet. 
 
 Yet while ye are, O help me to unfold 
 My story ! now while meadows sleep in gold, 
 Ay now, while through the dingles, brakes, and dells 
 Are wafted sounds of Nature's many bells. 
 Now, while the linnet, on the tender spray 
 Of blooming hawthorn, sings her thrilling lay. 
 Till the horizon shall no longer glow, 
 And hazy mists about dank pastures grow. 
 Till bats and creatures of the night arise, 
 And ghost-like flit about the dark'ning skies. 
 
 Boreas, once a day, with icy chains 
 Encircled all the earth, and blooming plains 
 
DAPHN1S. 15 
 
 Lost all their verdure — every running brook 
 Was stilled by his keen breath, and every nook 
 In gloominess was lost — cold, sad, and drear. 
 Imprisoned thus the earth rolled many a year ; 
 Till Zephyrus denied his brother's sway, 
 And with th' aid of Flora drove the god away. 
 The chains of ice were melted, earth made free, 
 Fair flowers re-appeared, and every tree 
 Regained its beauty, as returning spring 
 Taught brooks to bubble, and the birds to sing. 
 The power was then divided by the gods, 
 But in that favoured isle where Etna nods 
 Perpetual spring was granted ; since that time 
 No cruel blasts have dared to chill the clime. 
 Though seasons roll, and winter takes the place 
 Of mellow autumn, yet to Sicily's race 
 Winter's a spring, for fanned across the seas 
 For ever comes the genial summer breeze : 
 And even as the hottest days prevail 
 The heat is tempered by a cooling gale. 
 
1 6 DAPHNIS. 
 
 Now morning, hastening through the clouds of 
 night, 
 Comes on apace : enrobed in feathery light 
 Aurora leaves her downy couch to rise, 
 And draws her golden wand across the skies. 
 Down from her car the goddess of the dawn 
 Sprinkles her rosy favours o'er the lawn. 
 Rejoicing fields with glistening dewdrops shine, 
 And on the weeping hills young lambkins whine. 
 The wakening meadows, too, with music ring 
 And new-born freshness is with everything. 
 
 Amid the glow of early morning's hour, 
 A tender nymph, slow pacing, left her bower ; 
 Slowly she walks as in a troubled dream 
 With painful countenance — the tears stream 
 Adown her cheeks. O it were piteous care 
 Should blight a pretty maiden, young and fair ! 
 Ah Cupid ! wanton boy, again thy freaks 
 Have hapless proved, but list ! the maiden speaks : 
 
DAPHNIS. 17 
 
 " Ah me ! nine times hath Helios sped 
 
 'Cross the sky, and nine nights o'erhead 
 
 Hath Luna thrown her darts to dight 
 
 The mountain tops in silver light, 
 
 Since my sweet little babe first breathed — 
 
 Since his frail tiny breast first heaved. 
 
 O precious fondling ! when I view 
 
 Its puny eyes of heavenly blue, 
 
 The father's face comes to my mind — 
 
 The face of Hermes so unkind ! 
 
 My bower is now forsaken quite — 
 
 A place of tears from morn till night — 
 
 When he was by me all was gay — 
 
 His smile bade every care away. 
 
 In whispers gentle as a dove, 
 
 For me he vowed his constant love. 
 
 Each meeting, like young Iris' ray, 
 
 Scarce dawned, ere it did fade away. 
 
 So quick the time when lovers meet, 
 
 And pleasures every moment greet. 
 
iS DAFHN1S. 
 
 When he was nigh each view seemed lush 
 With loveliness : the warbling thrush 
 Sang sweeter still, but when he left 
 To meet the gods I was bereft 
 Of peace. 
 
 " For him I vainly seek, 
 My love is more than I can speak. 
 Ah me !*I asked that I might never 
 Die, but live like him for ever. 
 Oh bitter fate he left me then, 
 Nor will he come to me again 
 To ease my woe. Oh fatal day ! 
 Thus I must slowly pine away ! 
 
 " My sister nymphs, my child shall keep, 
 Attend upon his couch of sleep, 
 And lead him with a kindly hand 
 From day to day unto the Land 
 Of Life, where quickly Fate will show 
 His destined happiness or woe. 
 
DAPHNIS, 19 
 
 To death then will I turn my face, 
 And in the gloomy regions trace 
 My love, whose absence hurts me more 
 Than all the fear of Styx's shore." 
 
 Alas ! what dizzy phantoms haunt the mind ! 
 What fears, and cares, and wondrous hopes we find ! 
 By nourishing, in secret, vain desires, 
 The nymph to immortality aspires. 
 
 Heart-sick her solitary way she took, 
 Towards a violet bank beside a brook ; 
 And tarried there awhile, relief to find 
 To ease her heart — forgetfulness of mind. 
 She turned her watery eyes with dreamy look 
 To where a flower, peeping from its nook, 
 Bent down its head as some poor stricken maid, 
 And as she gazed the water flower said : 
 
 " Immortal stream that laughs at mortals' day, 
 O mountain-born ! how merry is thy way 
 
20 DAPHN1S. 
 
 Singing at all time an enchanting song 
 By sedgy banks, and fruitful dales among, 
 Where overhanging branches meet and kiss 
 Thy limpid face ! O give to me this bliss, 
 Grant me, O ever cheerful stream ! that I 
 May travel on with thee, and never die." 
 
 Then in reply the brook : " Vain flower, forbear, 
 For fade away thou must like clouds in air ; 
 I will cherish and revive thee ever, 
 But share my endless life thou canst not— never !" 
 
 As brooding o'er imaginary care, 
 A sound of merry laughter rends the air, 
 And soon a band of nymphs skip o'er the plain 
 In playful gait, with now and then a strain 
 Of some neglected song. They ran to where 
 Their sister nymph sat wrapped in dire despair. 
 Each looking at the other as in fear, 
 They gather round mysteriously to hear 
 
DAPHNIS. 21 
 
 What cruelty had wronged the weeping maid, 
 And caused so soon her rosy cheeks to fade, 
 Then with many offerings to invoke 
 The anger of the gods. But thus she spoke : 
 
 " My friends and sisters dear, why do ye start ? 
 Has never pain bid your own glee depart ? 
 Made your own eyes their quickness to forget ? 
 And crave to shun their truest friends to fret ? 
 Has never once dismay within your mind 
 Sorrow and solitude together twined ? 
 My grief was but a silly thought that preyed 
 Upon my mind. But since I need your aid, 
 I must a secret tell : nine days have gone 
 Since to me was given, ah well — a son ! 
 His father is great Hermes ! who above 
 For ever moves in fields of purest love. 
 If ye do worship him grant what I ask, 
 Or if ye have a care for me the task 
 Is but a pleasure. My friends, years many 
 O'er life's gay paths or by-ways fenny 
 
22 DAPHNIS. 
 
 With you I've roamed. Say, what then should I fear 
 
 In asking you my infant boy to rear ? 
 
 To treat him kindly, and from day to day, 
 
 And year to year, to smoothe his earthly way ? 
 
 For then, whenever death calls me away 
 
 With faithful hearts around my boy may stay, 
 
 Tell out your willingness, and ye I'll trace 
 
 Unto his future home — a secret place. 
 
 A laurel grove it is, on all sides bound 
 
 With nodding trees that sway unto the ground. 
 
 On honey of mountain bees let him be fed : 
 
 On goat's milk, dainty fruit, and sweetest bread; — 
 
 And may the gods send blessings on his head. 
 
 Call my boy Daphnis. Sisters, be always kind 
 
 To this my child, and sure reward ye'll find 
 
 From his immortal sire, who gave him breath. 
 
 Fear to wrong him as ye fear your death, 
 
 For sure as in his veins runs heavenly blood, 
 
 Evil will come to evil, good to good." 
 
 Then every nymph in joy and wonder mixed 
 
DAFHNIS. 23 
 
 Her gazing eyes upon the maiden fixed. 
 
 " O proud," said one of them, " must be the heart, 
 
 Though heaven-born, of her who doth impart 
 
 Graces to charm a god supremely wise, 
 
 Whose name is glorious throughout the skies ! 
 
 Let ours be the willingness to serve 
 
 The paramour of him who doth preserve 
 
 Our herds upon the hills from erring ways, 
 
 Unto him may we evermore give praise. 
 
 But do thou favoured sister let us see 
 
 The gracious child whose comfort is to be 
 
 Our future trust. " 
 
 The thankful mother smiles, 
 And of her woe the gentle group beguiles, 
 Then to the bower that she had left in grief 
 Leads on the blithesome band feigning relief. 
 
 The infant reached, the maidens joy express 
 By kisses and by many a soft caress. 
 The mother takes her child, and on they roam 
 O'er budding pathways to the secret home. 
 
24 DAPHNIS. 
 
 The sky was clear, the woods bright colours wore, 
 
 And gently-rushing rills ran on to pour 
 
 Sweet freshness unto flowers, that rest the head 
 
 'Neath juicy herbs or on a mossy bed. 
 
 And as they altogether trip along 
 
 Thus praise they Hermes' name in shepherds' song : 
 
 Hear us, O thou who sprung 
 
 From Maia and the god 
 Who in sky the stars hath hung ! — 
 Earth totters at his nod ! 
 The favoured trust of all Olympus' host, 
 Hear us, O Hermes ! thou of gods the boast. 
 
 On Caucasus by thee was bound 
 
 Prometheus with massive chain ; 
 Direful woe fast flittered round, 
 
 His groans re-echoed o'er the plain. 
 An eagle from his breast the reeking liver drew, 
 And eagerly devoured it, as it for ever grew. 
 
 Hear us, O thou who brought 
 To happiness man's race ! 
 
DAFHNIS. 25 
 
 By speech to utter love and thought 
 And movements make with grace. 
 Bearer of the winged hat, and the snaky rod ; 
 Guardian of our bleating flocks, hear us, great god ! 
 
 When thou gave Heaven's command, 
 
 In space Ixion fell, 
 Fixed by each foot and hand 
 To the wheel that roll'd o'er hell. 
 Thus did' st thou inflict the punishment of Jove 
 On one of many who against Him strove. 
 
 By thee, great god, are led 
 
 To future bliss or woe 
 The shadows of the dead — 
 To heaven or flames below. 
 Hear us, O thou by every mortal bless'd ! 
 Heed us, O thou of every god the guest ! 
 
 The strains in air are lost of this their song, 
 And now in silence they the walk prolong. 
 
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26 DA FUNIS. 
 
 A forest entering o'er many ways — 
 Soon it is passed, and thankfully they gaze 
 Upon the valley sheltered by a grove, 
 Where Pan to win the love of Syrinx strove, 
 Who fled to Ladon, and by him was freed — 
 The river god transformed her to a reed. 
 Long mourned the god of shepherds for the maid, 
 And from the reed he made a pipe, and played 
 His weary soul to rest. Echo's love he lost 
 Though Pithy's love he gained, but she was tossed 
 High from a rock by Him of winter's blast — 
 The jealous Boreas — thus Pan's love passed. 
 The journey now is o'er, the spot they gain, 
 Young Daphnis and the nymphs long to remain. 
 
 Carefully they left him in the grove, 
 Earnestly the mother watched her love, 
 Gently they formed a flowery bed, 
 Softly they laid his little head, 
 Sublimely the babe bathed in repose, 
 Swiftly the day drew to a close. 
 
DAPHNIS. 27 
 
 PART II. 
 
 In Sicily, where snowy mountains climb, 
 To cloudland everlastingly ; where Time 
 Nigh pow'rless proves — for those huge piles still 
 
 show 
 Their mighty forms as centuries come and go — - 
 The gentle Daphnis learnt to sing, and play 
 Upon the pipe ; here passed his life away. 
 
 A garden for the gods in olden time 
 Was Sicily — a paradise sublime ! 
 The hills were clad with forests ; paths between 
 Ran in and out o'ergrown with branches green. 
 There silver rivers through the valleys flowed, 
 And meadows many-coloured flowers showed. 
 The bounteous soil its greatest riches gave, 
 Nor did it ever cultivation crave. 
 
 In such a fruitful country Daphnis slept, 
 And through the sunny hours of boyhood crept — 
 That run with magic speed ; for Time will cheat 
 Poor mortals when he sees their lives are sweet. 
 
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28 DAPHNIS. 
 
 He makes the tardy hours and days to pass 
 Like momentary thoughts, until, alas ! 
 The golden dream of childhood all is o'er. 
 'Tis then we prize it, but it comes no more. 
 
 E'en as a budding rose foretells its hue, 
 His faculties unfolded, and he grew 
 In favour well. A manly frame he bore, 
 Yet he was graceful as might be, and wore 
 The beauty of a maiden. Not a swain 
 In all the land could sing so sweet a strain. 
 When he took part in any pastoral game 
 There was not one to rob him of his fame : 
 He could outrun the swiftest in the race. 
 Of all his mates he had the kindest face 
 And bravest heart. 
 
 A shepherd youth was he 
 Passing his days about the mountains free ; 
 Where, often as he played upon the flute, 
 Diana stopped the hunt and listened mute : 
 
DAPHNIS. 29 
 
 Charmed by the sounds her heavenly coursers 
 
 stayed, 
 And hearkened to him as he careless played. 
 'Twas Pan who taught him soul-inspiring strains, 
 As they together roamed along the plains — 
 The merry Pan who with Apollo strove 
 For finest music in the realms above, 
 And set the heart of every god aflame, 
 Whilst great Apollo failed and fled in shame, 
 
 But Daphnis gradually, sad to tell, 
 Into the depths of melancholy fell. 
 His passion gained new power from day to day, 
 And he pursued his solitary way 
 Alone : he cared not with his friends to walk 
 And shunned the hearing of their idle talk : 
 He only sought to converse with a train 
 Of unshaped thoughts that thronged his wayward 
 brain. 
 
 His labours done, each evening he went 
 Unto a grotto, and secluded spent 
 
P DAPHNIS. 
 
 Many long hours in brooding o'er his care, 
 He'd fix his eyes on nothingness, and stare, 
 Like some deluded swain who loves a maid 
 To madness, and is all the while afraid 
 To tell her so. 
 
 The secret cause of strife, 
 Was the remembrance of his earlier life — 
 The mystery surrounding childhood's days 
 When he reclined beneath a mother's gaze. 
 How strange ! his mother used to tell him tales 
 Of immortality ! of happy vales 
 Where virtuous mortals go to soon as Death 
 Has sealed their eyes and ta'en away their breath. 
 A place of gorgeous meads, of untold joys 
 Where pleasure waits on all, but never cloys ; 
 Where hoary age is not, and beauty keeps 
 Its youth and fulness, and for ever reaps 
 New grace that once attained can never fade. 
 How marvellous ! and yet 'twas thus she said. 
 Alas ! his mother long ago had trod 
 
DAPHNIS. 31 
 
 Grim death's mysterious way to find the god 
 She loved ! a mighty god ! his father too ! 
 He dare not doubt it — or believe it true. 
 
 'Twas summer time \ Daphnis had been all day 
 Tending his flocks upon the hilly way. 
 He needed rest, and stretched his limbs beside 
 A rivulet — his woolly flocks too hied 
 To seek a shelter from the sun's fierce heat. 
 Soothing repose he found ; he dipped his feet 
 Into the cooling water \ o'er his head 
 Umbrageous foliage a cover spread. 
 The nodding osier bent adown to look 
 At its own form reflected in the brook. 
 The gurgling rivulet with soft sounds fell 
 O'er mossy stones, and murmured in the dell 
 Far off, like music falling through the air. 
 The shepherd fell asleep. 
 
 A naiad fair 
 Espied the boy as on the bank he slept, 
 And silently on tiptoe to him crept. 
 
32 DAPHNIS. 
 
 She kissed his cheeks, but fearing he might wake, 
 Soon disappeared through a neighbouring brake. 
 
 He did not ope his eyes till clouds grew grey, 
 And now he leaves his sheep till morning's ray, 
 For fast the red sun hastens down the sky, 
 And sunset time in all its pomp draws nigh. 
 He rambles slowly down 'mid woodland thick : 
 But see ! behold the naiad follows quick, 
 With anxious countenance and trembling heart, 
 And still unwilling from the boy to part. 
 He did not see her, for upon the ground 
 He fixed his steadfast eyes, nor looked around. 
 And thus he passed along, and thus the maid 
 Followed in cautious steps as half afraid. 
 
 Soon came he near unto his favourite grot, 
 Concealed by ivy boughs — a quiet spot. 
 Weary he entered there awhile to rest 
 And watch the purple sunset in the west. 
 
 Then paused the naiad : her palpitating heart 
 Beat hard, and bade her oftentimes depart. 
 
DAPHN1S. 33 
 
 Full of hesitation, she tarried there, 
 
 Throbbing 'tween flattering hope and dark despair, 
 
 Till Venus urged her on"; then seeming bold 
 
 Unto the grotto straightway to unfold 
 
 Her love for him she went ; the silence broke 
 
 And blushing to the startled shepherd spoke : 
 
 " O precious being !" he felt his bosom swell, 
 
 " What may this mean ?" he asked. "0 1 will tell," 
 
 She answered eagerly, " for many a day 
 
 I've seen thee wand'ring on thy homeward way, 
 
 And foil' wing I have watched thee enter here, 
 
 Where I have ended my pursuit in fear. 
 
 Then dismal have I turned me slowly back 
 
 Heart-sick across the steep and lonely track. s 
 
 Oh ! I adore thee, lad ; nay, let me stay, 
 
 Nor crush so soon my cherished hopes I pray. 
 
 Grant that I may a little time beguile 
 
 With thee ; until the rising moon doth smile, 
 
 Till her soft shadows glimmer through these trees — 
 
 Grant my request, and set my heart at ease : 
 
34 DAPIINIS. 
 
 For then may I, without a thought of fear, 
 Whisper my secret soul into thine ear. 
 And I will woo thee, boy, whilst others steep 
 Their drowsy senses in the arms of sleep. 
 Forgive these hasty words of mine, I pray, 
 My ardour leads my better sense astray. 
 I only know that by great Jove above 
 Thou art the only human thing I love." 
 
 The naiad ceased, and low down hung her head, 
 While in reply the baffled shepherd said : 
 " O thou who art as beautiful as kind, 
 With thine own feelings thou hast entwined 
 My soul : about my path that dismal grew 
 Hope doth her pleasing promises renew. 
 'Tis marvellous strange ! I had a dream last night : 
 Me thought descending in refulgent light 
 A naiad came in this same grot and spoke 
 Even as thou hast done ; then I awoke 
 Before I could enfold her in my arms. 
 But sure thou art the owner of the charms 
 
DAPHNIS. 35 
 
 That she possessed in filmy dream — the same 
 And yet thou art a stranger, and thy name 
 Is all unknown to me." 
 
 " Helen," said she, 
 " Is the name I bear; thine is known to me." 
 
 " For certain," he continued, " thou didst take 
 The name of Helen for thy beauty's sake. 
 To be thy suitor and all time to spend 
 In thy sight, till existence shall have end, 
 Would be felicity, indeed, too fair 
 To fall methinks to my unworthy share. 
 Ay, Helen, do thou linger with me here, 
 For pleasantness will reign if thou be near, 
 And unto thee my truest vows I'll pour, 
 Passions that my young heart ne'er felt before." 
 
 In pretty prattle they the time beguile, 
 Her snowy arms encircling him the while. 
 A wreath she made of roses red and white 
 To deck his brows — he was enraptured quite, 
 
36 DAPHNIS. 
 
 And kissed her cheeks till they were all aglow, 
 Then wished they weren't that he might make them so. 
 
 Unto the grotto love-gods came unseen, 
 And gambolled 'twixt the waving rushes green. 
 They skipped about the love-bewildered mates, 
 And pelted at each other's curly pates 
 Newly-plucked fruit and posies. 
 
 All around 
 The grotto danced a stream with gushing sound. 
 Hiding her face with her long wavy hair, 
 She sat down by his side, and lingered there. 
 Too deeply of her artifice he drank, 
 And powerless in her caresses sank. 
 At length the naiad sighing thus began : 
 
 " Too soon methinks, O shepherd, thou art won ; 
 
 My Daphnis wilt thou always constant be ? 
 
 For ever true and faithful unto me ? 
 
 Now list unto a tale, and mark it well, 
 
 'Tis one that goatherds and our shepherds tell : 
 
DAPHNIS. 37 
 
 A maiden dwells in Jove's domains above . 
 For truthfulness and never changing love. 
 Tis Psyche, youngest daughter of a king, 
 Whose comeliness to Venus sent a sting 
 Of jealousy, and made her troubled mind 
 Her own tormentor. Ease she could not find ; 
 And rage to gentle ways soon made her blind. 
 Venus to tricksy Cupid went straightway 
 To tell her grief, and bade him lead astray 
 The maid's true passions, and inspire her mind 
 To dote upon a man of brutish kind. 
 In mischief rife her son to Psyche went, 
 And swift his golden bow in haste he bent, 
 That carries burning lust to highest bowers — 
 E'en black-browed Pluto owns its wondrous powers. 
 The god of love in his endeavours stopped, 
 And to the ground the useless bow it dropped ; 
 For he himself who playful hurls his darts 
 To wound or heal young lovers' tender hearts, 
 Scarce saw the graceful maid than he did yearn 
 
38 DAPHNIS. 
 
 With love sincere for her, and in return 
 She liked the god. He carried her unseen 
 In secret to a charming spot serene, 
 And every night in haste he hurried there 
 To meet her ; never was a happier pair. 
 But she had sisters who drove her to fright, 
 Persuading her that he who came by night 
 Was but a monster foul. Fear o'er her crept, 
 Yet she was brave. At night as Cupid slept 
 She lit her lamp to see him. As it blazed 
 In rapturous transport she upon him gazed. 
 When she beheld him doubt gave way to glee, 
 So exquisite the sleeping god to see ! 
 E'en as she thanked th' immortals all was well, 
 From off the moving lamp there cruel fell 
 A drop of burning oil upon his arm ! 
 She saw it fall and trembled with alarm ! 
 Suddenly from his slumbers he awoke, 
 And angrily unto the damsel spoke. 
 Scorned all her silly mistrust, left the bed, 
 
DAPHNIS. 39 
 
 Upbraided her, and turning wrathful fled. 
 
 Now sorrow seized upon her, taught her sighs, 
 
 And filled with woeful tears her pretty eyes. 
 
 Alas ! calamity her heart did rend 
 
 And Death she asked adversity to end : 
 
 But he was silent to her earnest cry, 
 
 Nor would he ever grant that she should die. 
 
 Dull mourning worked apace, and bade her throw 
 
 Herself into a stream thus ending woe. 
 
 But she could not, some unseen ruling power 
 
 Turned the rash deed and saved the fading flow'r. 
 
 'Twas timely done, for hope regained a place 
 
 Within her, and she soon began to trace 
 
 The peevish boy who left her so unkind, 
 
 Yet scarcely ever thinking she should find 
 
 Him more. Psyche unknowing where she went 
 
 Her giddy steps to Venus' temple bent. 
 
 Thus beauty's goddess caught what most she craved, 
 
 And her unconscious rival soon enslaved. 
 
 Cupid was there, and could no longer rest — 
 
40 DAPHNIS. 
 
 Trembling he clasped poor Psyche to his breast. 
 Propitious Jove thus eased his dire alarms, 
 And sent again the dear one to his arms. 
 Still locked together in a long embrace, 
 He looked into her eyes with pleading face, 
 Asking her forgiveness, and he confessed 
 That he had been too rash ; but now he vowed 
 He cared for her the more. Her heart beat loud 
 Against her snowy bosom, and sadness 
 Yielded unto overpowering gladness. 
 E'en as a tender plant when dying sips 
 New vigour from a summer shower, her lips 
 All healthful grew, and unto Cupid bore 
 Such blissful essences, he doted more 
 Than he had ever done. O truth is might ! 
 For every punishment that Venus' spite 
 Invented to torment her captive fair, 
 She lightly bore, for now her whole despair 
 Was drowned in sudden happiness; but know 
 She could not from her dismal prison go. 
 
DAPHN1S. 41 
 
 The envy of the goddess 'gan t' abate, 
 And soon she proffered help instead of hate. 
 Venus no longer Cupid's favourite scorned, 
 But with new grace his paramour adorned. 
 She is immortal now, no more to sever 
 With Cupid, but to dwell with him for ever : 
 'Twas Constancy together kept the two, 
 Though parted, still unto each other true. 
 
 "Wilt thou so learn, my Daphnis, to be true? 
 And faithfulness as time rolls on renew ? 
 
 then what other lot could ours excel ? 
 
 And what could be our harm who loved so well ? 
 How pleasantly would seasons come and go ! 
 Our new existence would be like the glow 
 Of morning's blush and setting sun's repose — 
 A sweet beginning and as sweet a close. 
 If thou dost love me tell it, and let's vow 
 In years to come to be as kind as now ; 
 
 1 think thou lovest me, still doubts do throng 
 About me, and I speak with greedy tongue, 
 
42 DAPHNIS. 
 
 For I would have thee all mine own to be 
 Part of myself, so would I be to thee." 
 
 Th' enraptured youth, as in her arms he lies, 
 Thus tremulous and faltering replies : 
 " Helen, if 'tis enchantment and I sleep, 
 O let my dream its present aspect keep ! 
 Could I do otherwise than love thee ? nay, 
 Thou dost, sweet Helen, o'er my heart hold sway : 
 
 may the power that hath drawn us nigh 
 Each, other, keep us so until we die ! 
 And dying bid us rise again to rove 
 Together in the palaces of Jove. 
 
 How glad to-morrow will the streamlets be 
 When I do sing to them in praise of thee ; 
 My flute will burst in music when it sips 
 The honey I have borrowed from thy lips. 
 All Cupid's cunningness, whate'er it be, 
 Could not outdo my fondness, dear, for thee ; 
 
 1 vow by all the tender bonds of love 
 That Daphnis shall an honest suitor prove — 
 
DAPHN1S. 43 
 
 By ev'ry god that in the sky holds sway, 
 By ev'ry power that rules o'er night and day, 
 (Were I a god by awful Styx I'd vow 
 Even as I do by mine honour now) 
 By moon and stars that now upon us shine, 
 By our great Pan — and everything divine. 
 Helen, by what thou wilt — all things that are 
 In plains Elysian, earth, or brightest star." 
 
 And Helen thus : a My Daphnis, be it so, 
 Thus may our hearts together beat nor know 
 A change ; but rest invites us, and the rays 
 Of Jove's bright lamps illume the woodland ways. 
 The night seems all asleep, and every star 
 Twinkles in silence round Selene's car. 
 Everything is quiet — the sunless ground 
 Is wrapt up in a solitude profound." 
 
 Conversing thus they left the grotto's shade, 
 And down the mountains' moonlit footpaths strayed, 
 
 3—2 
 
44 DAPHNIS. 
 
 Until they came to where a pearly brook 
 Its way by little trees and bushes took. 
 Here rested they, when Helen slow began 
 In voice regretful and with visage wan : 
 
 " Now must we part alas ! for night is old, 
 And Helios soon will spread his wings of gold. 
 May calmest sleep fall gently o'er thine eyes, 
 Until the laughing daylight bids thee rise : 
 Or if thou dream may winged Morpheus shed 
 His poppy seeds of peace about thine head, 
 And scatter smoothly from his gilded horn, 
 Enchanting visions, till the burnished morn 
 Peeps o'er the hills ; and may thy mind's eye greet 
 The pleasantest of shapes, and may thy feet 
 Tread citron groves, and od'rous valleys where 
 The feath'ry halls of beauteous phantoms glare." 
 
 Another moment and the maid had flown, 
 And Daphnis all bewildered stood alone; 
 
DAPHNIS. 45 
 
 In heavy dulness pining, where before 
 
 In solitude he mused, nor cared for more. 
 
 Then he pursued her : on he went and on, 
 
 Along the path where his beloved had gone* 
 
 Onward and onward still he wildly flew ! 
 
 Though where he went or why he never knew ; 
 
 But jaded by despair to lose his mate, 
 
 He hurried on regardless of his fate, 
 
 Until the object of his chase he neared, 
 
 And 'twixt the boughs her graceful limbs appeared. 
 
 The amorous shepherd saw her join a band 
 Of naiads who were dancing hand in hand, 
 And paying tribute as their wont by night 
 With earnest songs unto their goddess bright. 
 
 As Daphnis drew unto the group more near, 
 Their invocations he could plainly hear : 
 In full solemnity their words arise, 
 To Venus, fairest goddess of the skies ;] 
 
46 DAPHNIS. 
 
 List ye trembling trees and flowers : 
 
 All ye shining streams attend, 
 Whilst to Venus' sheeny bowers 
 Our sweet harmonies ascend. 
 As we pour 
 
 Out her lays d 
 Evermore 
 
 To her praise. 
 For it is our bounden duty 
 To the Queen of Love and Beauty 
 Our song to raise. 
 
 All ye leafy woods and brakes 
 Help us with a willing voice, 
 All ye bubbling rills and lakes 
 Sing and evermore rejoice. 
 Naiads sing, 
 
 Play and prance, 
 In a ring 
 Let us dance. 
 
DAPHNIS. 47 
 
 Till the morning birds take wing, 
 
 And about our meadows sing, 
 To Venus' praise 
 Let us raise 
 
 A song until the valleys ring. 
 Lightly they sport, their slender forms nigh bare, 
 With smiling faces and dishevelled hair 
 That frolicked with the wind or fell to rest 
 On fairest shoulders or in fluttering breast. 
 A limpid brook went by, o'er which there grew 
 Clusters of drooping willow trees that threw 
 Their trembling branches down unto the flowers 
 About the brink, thus forming secret bow r ers, 
 Where these lithe creatures oft, with fretting heart, 
 Would from the rest in solitude depart, 
 And vent their sighs. To such a hiding place 
 Did Daphnis his intruding footsteps trace ; 
 And there unseen between the boughs espied 
 The thoughtless group, and all their movements 
 
 eyed. 
 
4$ DAPHNIS. 
 
 As tiny fairy bands in moonshine play, 
 They tripped it o'er the lawn, and skipped away 
 To visit blobbing rills or forest's nook 
 Or bathe 'neath vines that overleap the brook, 
 Quickly they disappeared one by one. 
 He was alone again — Helen was gone ! 
 
 The branches scarcely moved so still the night, 
 And yet he dare not go, dreading there might 
 Be some eye-witness in an ambush near 
 To scan his trick'ry, so did guilty fear 
 Encompass him ; but see, ah ! well-a-day ! 
 He quakes and crouches back in blank dismay ; 
 Not at ugly phantoms, but at a sight 
 Of loveliness. There was no time for flight, 
 For close from out a thicket straying slow, 
 In pensive mood, illumined with the glow 
 Of heaven's tapers, Echo came alone ! 
 Sobbing and fretting in a woeful moan, 
 For dull Narcissus, slow and peevish boy — 
 Unlearned in maidens' charms and always coy. 
 
DAPHN1S. 49 
 
 With kisses and embraces many a dame 
 Had woo'd the lad to breed in him the flame 
 Of love, but all their practised arts were vain, 
 And he remained a simple silly swain. 
 Young Echo too had tried her many charms, 
 And pressed him in her round and snowy arms ; 
 'Twas useless all, the dullard would not drink 
 From Cupid's cup, nor could he ever think 
 Why maidens cloyed his lips with every kiss 
 That chance allowed, and prate to him of bliss. 
 Poor Echo sighed unto the air her tale, 
 (Sick at heart) with many a low bewail. 
 Echo denuded now unknowing shows 
 Herself to Daphnis — cause of many woes ! 
 A sight forbidden, and unsought for too : 
 He looked and yet the danger well he knew. 
 Downcast she walked more slow,and meanwhile stayed 
 To sit beneath an oak tree's ample shade, 
 That faced the hidden youth. His very eyes 
 Made greedy feast upon this dainty prize ; 
 
50 DAPIIXIS. 
 
 This, Nature's finest work that drew its birth 
 From summer's musky breeze, and mother earth. 
 O when she prattled it was as the birds, 
 Or passing winds' soft lay tuned into words ! 
 Had he been Narcissus for one short hour, 
 Or even had he been that precious flow'r 
 That lolled about her lap — how great a bliss 
 To be the branch that swayed adown to kiss 
 Her forehead, and to trifle with her hair ! 
 For ever whispering, " daughter, most fair." 
 No longer could he gaze on grace so rare, 
 And be so near, yet linger idly there. 
 He settled every doubt and with a spring, 
 He bounded forth to meet the precious thing. 
 Imploringly he muttered, " Maiden, fair !" 
 In great alarm she fled ! as through the air 
 Re-echoed, " Maiden, fair-air-r." 
 
 Yet soon 
 All was as silent as the leering moon. 
 Stillness oft is fearful : now all around 
 
DAPHN1S. 51 
 
 Was beautifully calm, nor noise nor sound 
 Fell on his ear : 'twas as a sudden dream, 
 And startled, there he stood as he would seem 
 To doubt existence. Slowly towards home 
 He in frightened steps began to roam, 
 Scarce daring to look round for very fear 
 That things e'en stranger he might see or hear. 
 
 From out their secret holes young rabbits came, 
 And frolicked round him in a merry game ; 
 The oak copse here and there they ran between, 
 And wildly chased each other o'er the green ; 
 They peeped at him from hedges in a way 
 That seemed to mock the lad, then ran away. 
 He walked until with dire affright he stayed, 
 And from the sky a voice unto him said : 
 
 " O, woe to thee who 'neath the cloak of night 
 Doth grope like some poor owl that dreads the light '• 
 To pry into forbidden sights ! — O hear ! 
 A fate that thou can'st never shun, with fear ! 
 
52 DAPHNIS. 
 
 Pure love with thee is all at end, and now 
 Inconstancy shall cheat thy truest vow ; 
 Thy aims shall all be baffled, till thy breath 
 Leave thee a-gasping in the arms of death ; 
 Existence shall be sour, and thou shalt crawl 
 In pain until thy fated end befall." 
 
 The voice was gone ! he staggered on his way, 
 And morning decked the clouds in garments grey. 
 
DAPHNIS. 53 
 
 PART III. 
 
 Thus did the naiad with dissembled charms, 
 With spicy accent and embracing arms, 
 O'ertake the lad, who vowed in that fond play, 
 By all the powers that rule o'er night and day, 
 To be a constant wooer, and ne'er own 
 Another's love, but hers, and hers alone. 
 Her smiles and well-used lips, and dreamy eyes 
 Too potent proved, and gained for her the prize. 
 
 Although the shepherd drooped, yet ne'er a word 
 He spoke of the dread voice that he had heard ; 
 But Helen soon, alas ! began to trace 
 Despondency in his lack-lustre face, 
 And he became less cheerful, for 'twas now 
 The fate foretold stamped sorrow on his brow. 
 
 One sunny noon as sitting in the shade 
 Upon a bank, fair Helen to him said : 
 
54 DAPHN1S. 
 
 " My Daphnis, prithee why art thou so dull ? 
 So strange to me ; thy very looks are full 
 Of woe : nay, do thou tell me of thy grief 
 That I may share it, and give thee relief. 
 Why dost thou gaze so fixedly ? now say 
 How fares thy flocks ? Have any gone astray ? 
 Or fallen a prey ? Alack ! all is not well. 
 Now, as thou lov'st me, all thy grievance tell ; 
 Have lambkins slipped the pent-up fold ? or say 
 Hath any hungry beast ta'en ought away ?" 
 
 In answering, Daphnis was obliged to swerve 
 From truth, for nothing but a lie would serve ; 
 So thus he said : " As I do love thee well, 
 If I be sad, the cause I cannot tell. 
 'Tis but a change of mood ; we can't be gay 
 From morn to night, and smile throughout the day. 
 Pleasure is sweetest after pain, and so 
 All happiness is sweeter after woe — " 
 
DAPHN1S. 55 
 
 " Nay, do not dally with me," then she said, 
 " Nor look upon the ground ; lift up thy head, 
 Be cheerful as thou always wast till now ; 
 Be as thou used to be, and tell me how 
 This ranc'rous poison entered in thy heart ; 
 And how, and when, and wherefore came the 
 smart." 
 
 " Had I calamities I would tell all 
 To thee," said Daphnis, " and how I did fall 
 To woefulness ; but Helen, I declare, 
 I have no secret pang, as thou art fair. 
 But I am drowsy now, and I would fain 
 Alone beneath these cooling boughs remain, 
 To sleep until this dulness may depart, 
 And give me once again a healthy heart." 
 
 Helen complies, and with a kiss she leaves, 
 She smiles on him, and yet for him she grieves. 
 
 Alone once more, he sighs ; all round is glad, 
 Yet not with him, for he is wondrous sad ; 
 
56 DAPHN1S. 
 
 He brings to mind the voice that spake his end 
 Upon the night that he did most offend. 
 He sought not what he saw : that Echo strayed 
 Where he had seen her, or that naiads played 
 He cared not ; he only wished to see once more 
 His love, and part as sweetly as before. 
 
 A nymph saw Daphnis, and at once she ran 
 To where he sat, and craftily began 
 To woo him, but now deaf unto the strains 
 Of blabbing damsels, he unmoved remains. 
 
 " Dost thou not love ?" quoth she, " O it were sad 
 For thou so comely and so fine a lad !" 
 
 He thus evades the nymph : " O yes ! I love 
 The beauties of the earth and sky above, 
 I love the outspread fields, I love the brooks, 
 I love all fern-grown solitary nooks, 
 I love to see our mountains, and I love 
 To watch the moon and myriad stars above ; 
 
DAPHNIS. 57 
 
 All pretty things and pure I love to see, 
 With lovely things and chaste I'd ever be." 
 
 About her eyes lurked glances that would tell, 
 Better than words, a meaning all too well; 
 But at her witching pranks and practised talk, 
 He feigns surprise, and skilfully doth balk 
 The nymph's endeavours. So it is until 
 She speaks unto him even plainer still ; 
 
 " Why look so sourly, boy ? am I not fair ? 
 Have I not rosy lips and flowing hair ? 
 Or would'st thou learn the softness of my breast, 
 Come, I will fondle thee, and thou mayst rest 
 Thy head upon my lap ; now what dost say ? 
 Wilt please thee if I go or if I stay ?" 
 
 His stubbornness she still contrives to cure, 
 And more and more, like Siren's song, doth lure. 
 Still he's unsavoury, so she tries again 
 To stop denial and to win the swain. 
 
 4 
 
58 DAPHN1S. 
 
 " Wilt be unruly like Narcissus boy ? 
 With power to bless, but aiming to annoy ; 
 And wilt thou, dearest, let me here remain 
 To woo like Echo, and to plead in vain ? 
 O no, it cannot be that one like thee 
 Should spurn a maiden and uncivil be !" 
 (As she the restless shepherd thus addressed, 
 She softly drew him nearer to her breast.) 
 " Nay, ponder on thy folly for awhile," 
 (Then presses him still closer with a smile) 
 " Confess that thou dost like me \ not a word 
 By any but ourselves can here be heard." 
 
 Meanwhile Helen, who sad at heart had left, 
 Thinking that her own Daphnis peaceful slept, 
 Culls herbs from hedgerows and from thorny 
 
 brakes, 
 The sleeper to refresh when he awakes. 
 And fruit she gathers ; then comes back again 
 Hoping to heal the suffrer of his pain, 
 
DAPHNIS. 59 
 
 And round about his neck her arms to throw, 
 And on him all the fruit and herbs bestow. 
 
 Helen, too soon, alas ! the pair espied, 
 And sought behind the nearest tree to hide, 
 That she could overhear what they might say — 
 She curbs her passion yet can scarcely stay 
 Within her hiding-place. Her face was flushed 
 With burning rage. She could have madly rushed 
 Upon her prey, and played the tiger well, 
 For every nerve with fierce revenge did swell. 
 She hears a voice, " Now Daphnis I must leave, 
 But I until we meet again shall grieve. 
 Sure in thy absence all will go amiss ; 
 But farewell love," then followed kiss on kiss. 
 (A little trick in love will blight a life, 
 And in a moment cause eternal strife). 
 
 Soon as the nymph left Daphnis, Helen ran 
 Unto the lad, and vengeful thus began : 
 " O fiend most foul ! O cruel devil ! now 
 Where is thy truest love ? where is thy vow ? 
 
 4—2 
 
60 DAPHN1S. 
 
 May bitt'rest pangs gnaw ceaseless at thy heart, 
 And never may thy damned grief depart. 
 Deceiver most vile ! in misery grope, 
 Nor happiness regain, nor dream of hope. 
 Thou shalt be blind as worms — farewell ! farewell ! 
 Both day and night shall be as black as hell ! 
 Farewell ! enjoy thy new-love, now be sure 
 Farewell ! I'll interrupt thee never more." 
 
 As she departed laughter rent the air, 
 And Daphnis sank to earth in blind despair. 
 
6i 
 
 PART IV, 
 
 All is very still, melancholy, dead ; 
 Every merry laugh from the plain is fled — 
 Goatherds sing no more, shepherds are not gay 
 Pan is sighing too, dryads will not play, 
 Flowers seem to droop, birds are wond'rous shy, 
 And wistfully do ask, " will Daphnis die ?" 
 The hare no longer leaps beside the hill : 
 All is hushed in silence ; mournful and still. 
 Little fishes rise in the stream and say, 
 " Doth sweet Daphnis still faint and die away ?" 
 
 In grief he shrank to nought — poor Daphnis 
 pined ; 
 His coursers crouched about his feet and whined, 
 The jackals and the tigers mourned for him ; 
 The lions and the leopards grieved for him • 
 
62 DAPHNIS. 
 
 For him all whispered one sad heavy lay 
 Of melancholy through the live-long day. 
 
 " O what a gloomy desert is the earth 
 Where cheerfulness is not, nor peace, nor mirth !" 
 Said Daphnis, who upon the ground had thrown 
 His weary limbs, and lingered all alone. 
 " When hope forsakes us, and when sullen care 
 Brings ne'er a vision but of blank despair. 
 When all is choked with pain, and eyes grow 
 
 dim, 
 And life is cold and cloudy, and we swim 
 In troubled waters, panting for our breath, 
 Sick of all worldly things, yet fearing death. 
 What have I done that I such cruel hate 
 Should merit, and bring down so black a fate ? 
 To wander in the dark, and never view 
 The many cherished scenes that once I knew, 
 Nor watch my lambkins frisk in simple play 
 Nor children sporting in the forest's way, 
 
DAPHNIS. 63 
 
 Passing a gladsome time before the morn 
 Of graver age with all its ills is born. 
 
 Alack ! alack ! that I should thus be blind, 
 Without the power a moment's ease to find. 
 Sound is bereft of music without sight — 
 Fields cannot show their beauty without light. 
 On ev'ry side I hear a heavy swell 
 Of painful discord — one perpetual yell. 
 
 No more may I look into that blue sky, 
 And see the cloudy phantoms passing by ; 
 Sailing in shapes fantastic, wild, and free, 
 On the blue ocean of eternity : 
 Unravelling their crystal rocks and peaks, 
 Flooded with light of many-coloured streaks, 
 And shining waters, too, so heavenly pure, 
 And forms too fanciful for words ; to lure 
 Affliction's sons and daughters to a spot 
 Beyond the stars, where troubles are forgot. 
 Such worlds of joy immutable there are 
 That far outshine our highest thoughts, ay far 
 
64 DAPHNIS. 
 
 That Jove foreshadows to his earthly born, 
 To give them patience in a world forlorn ; 
 Or why would man so crawl about the earth, 
 A thing of chance and misery from birth ? 
 Or who could 'neath a thousand sorrows bend 
 Whose soul did not foretell a peaceful end ?" 
 
 The shepherd ceased, and would have been at 
 ease, 
 But cruel Venus came the lad to tease : 
 To taunt him tenderly, and add to pain 
 By speaking bitterly in smoothest strain. 
 Approaching thus she spake : " Why Daphnis, lad \ 
 What ails thee now ? say why art thou so sad ?" 
 
 He answered not, whereat the goddess grew 
 Impatient, and nearer to Daphnis drew. 
 " Why art thou sitting here ? upon the hills 
 Where sunlight sparkles in the bounding rills, 
 Ardent swains in leafy bowers recline, 
 Wooing fair maids, whilst thou dost seek to pine !" 
 
DAPHNIS. 65 
 
 " I see thee not/' he said, " but I can tell 
 That thou art Venus, for I know thee well. 
 If thou hast done in that most easing strain, 
 I pray thee still go on and rant again, 
 And gloat upon the wretched work thou'st wrought, 
 In dragging me from what I was to naught. 
 I know that thou did'st trace me everywhere, 
 And guided me with smiles into a snare : 
 Therefore I ask thee still again to prate, 
 It suits my mood and well befits my state, 
 When I did join the crazy host to pay 
 Tribute to thee, it was a cursed day. 
 The sickly charm that round about thee lies, 
 Serves but to hide from unsuspectingeyes 
 Black vice enough to taint us all that dwell 
 Below the sky, and make another hell ! 
 In thee are centred envy, lust, and hate, 
 Deceit and torment upon thee await ; 
 And even if pure passion from thee springs, 
 Then it is lost in all the ill it brings, 
 
66 DAPHN1S. 
 
 And turns from sweet to sour, until we fear 
 To look upon what once we held most dear, 
 I say thou art a devil clothed in light ! 
 An evil vision beautiful to sight ! 
 Thy lap full of fresh flowers thou dost bring, 
 But underneath a serpent lies to sting : 
 And as we take, it poisons our young blood, 
 Till we have nothing left within us good ; 
 Then our corrupted nature, sinking, feeds 
 On shame continual and wrongful deeds : 
 Falling degraded we grow all awry, 
 And writhe about like worms until we die." 
 
 " Be not," she said, " so scornful with thy 
 tongue, 
 For know that I have power to prolong 
 Thy torment, or to make it keener still ; 
 But I came not for that — 'tis not my will, 
 Youth, even as I could make worse thy woe, 
 So I could make it lighter, and could throw 
 
DAPHNIS. 67 
 
 Vitality throughout, open thine eyes, 
 And show to thee again the hills and skies. 
 Thy troubles then would fade away and seem 
 No worse than is the mem'ry of a dream." 
 
 She ends her plea, whereat the shepherd sighs, 
 And turning to her angrily replies : 
 " Thou hast no power to help me if thou would'st, 
 Nor do I wish it even though thou could'st. 
 I am content to pine, and know thou this 
 That did'st thou paint a thousand scenes of bliss, 
 As I now am e'en would I so remain, 
 With ne'er a wish to tread the path again. 
 Rave till thou art hoarse, and then thou'lt find 
 No power to turn me from my present mind." 
 
 Baffled she leaves, and upward swiftly flies, 
 Steering her airy chariot through the skies. 
 
 Thenight came robedin sombre shrouds, and soon 
 Above the horizon peeped the yellow moon, 
 
68 DAPHNIS. 
 
 No noise was heard — tranquillity did fill 
 All things surrounding. Daphnis lingered still. 
 " Here," whispered he, " where crooked oaks 
 combine, 
 And sprawling branches round each other twine, 
 O let me die ! no longer would I stay — 
 My flutt'ring soul is ebbing fast away. 
 O Hermes ! who dost wait on oar last breath, 
 To guide us to the mysteries after death. 
 O Father ! for 'twas so my mother said, 
 If thou art such, I now implore thy aid." 
 
 He raised his head, and lo ! in radiance bright ! 
 Clothed in the brilliancy of heavenly light, 
 Stood mighty Hermes, who advancing spoke, 
 At which the shepherd's slumbering soul awoke : 
 " Rest Daphnis, rest, all bitterness is o'er, 
 Now joy is thine, and peace for evermore." 
 
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12 A LIST OF RECENT POETRY 
 
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 PARTS L, II., and III. 
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 CANTOS I. TO III. 
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 STBAWBEEEY HILL; 
 
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 THE VILLAGE ON THE FOETH; 
 
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14 A LIST OF RECENT POETRY 
 
 Old English Religious Ballads and Carols. 
 
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 SONGS OF THE NATIVITY. 
 
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 NEW AND OLD: 
 
 A MORNING REVERIE, 
 
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 ECHOES FE0M THE FRENCH POETS. 
 
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 WAYSIDE SKETCHES, 
 
 IN PROSE AND VERSE. 
 
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 SCRAPS OF YEESE. 
 
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 THE ESTABLISHMENT; 
 
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 DAPHNES THE UNFAITHFUL : 
 
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 BRITANNIA AND COLUMBIA; 
 
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1 6 A LIST OF RECENT POETRY. 
 
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 PH^EDEA; and Other Poems. 
 
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 EMMABUEG: 
 
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 MUSINGS IN VEESE. 
 
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 ACEOSTICS, IN PEOSE AND VEESE. 
 
 Edited by A. E. H. 
 Also Published, 
 
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