6 12 Slides down by thrills, through all things made, Through sight and sound of every place: As if my tender mother laid On my shut lids, her kisses' pressure, Half-waking me at night; and said, "Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?" EDWARD FITZGERALD (1809-1883) A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT What was he doing, the great god Pan, Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, Ere he brought it out of the river. High on the shore sat the great god Pan, He cut it short, did the great god Pan, (How tall it stood in the river !), Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man, And notched the poor dry empty thing "This is the way," laughed the great god Pan, (Laughed while he sat by the river) "The only way since gods began Her sense; but most she loathed the hour THE LADY OF SHALOTT PART I On either side of the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Flowing down to Camelot. By the margin, willow-veil'd, Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early Down to tower'd Camelot: Old voices called her from without. She only said, "My life is dreary, The sparrows' chirrup on the roof, The slow clock ticking, and the sound Which to the wooing wind aloof The poplar made, did all confound PART II There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. |