My heart is breaking, and my eyes are dim, And I am all aweary of my life O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida, I am the daughter of a River-God, 'O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida, Came up from reedy Simois all alone. 50 Behind yon whispering tuft of oldest pine, Mayst well behold them unbeheld, unheard Hear all, and see thy Paris judge of Gods." 'Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. It was the deep midnoon; one silvery cloud, Had lost his way between the piny sides 90 O happy tears, and how unlike to these! O happy heaven, how canst thou see my face? O happy earth, how canst thou bear my weight? O death, death, death, thou ever-floating cloud, There are enough unhappy on this earth, 'O mother, hear me yet before I die. I will not die alone, for fiery thoughts Do shape themselves within me, more and WE were two daughters of one race; The wind is blowing in turret and tree. She died; she went to burning flame; The wind is howling in turret and tree. Whole weeks and months, and early and late, fo win his love I lay in wait. O, the earl was fair to see! I made a feast; I bade him come; The wind is roaring in turret and tree. THE PALACE OF ART I BUILT my soul a lordly pleasure-house, I said, 'O Soul, make merry and carouse, A huge crag-platform, smooth as burnish'd brass, I chose. The ranged ramparts bright From level meadow-bases of deep grass Suddenly scaled the light. Thereon I built it firm. Of ledge or shelf The rock rose clear, or winding stair. 10 My soul would live alone unto herself In her high palace there. |