Endymion: A Poetic RomanceMeantime, on shady levels, mossy fine, Young companies nimbly began dancingTo the swift treble pipe, and humming string.Aye, those fair living forms swam heavenlyTo tunes forgotten--out of memory: Fair creatures! whose young childrens' children bredThermopylæ its heroes--not yet dead, But in old marbles ever beautiful.High genitors, unconscious did they cull 320 Time's sweet first-fruits--they danc'd to weariness, And then in quiet circles did they pressThe hillock turf, and caught the latter endOf some strange history, potent to sendA young mind from its bodily tenement. |
