A strain of song by night,
A shadow on the hill,
A hint of odorous grass, 15
A murmur of the sea.




LVII


Others shall behold the sun
Through the long uncounted years,--
Not a maid in after time
Wise as thou!

For the gods have given thee
Their best gift, an equal mind 5
That can only love, be glad,
And fear not.




LVIII


Let thy strong spirit never fear,
Nor in thy virgin soul be thou afraid.