Poems — Volume 1 by George Meredith
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O'er the brows of radiant Pindus Rolls a shadow dark and cold, And a sound of lamentation Issues from its mournful fold. Voice of the far-sighted Muses! Cry of keen foreboding song! Every cleft of startled Tempe Tingles with it sharp and long. Over bourn and bosk and dingle, Over rivers, over rills, Runs the sad subservient Echo Toward the dim blue distant hills! And another and another! 'Tis a cry more wild than all; And the hills with muffled voices Answer 'Daphne!' to the call. And another and another! 'Tis a cry so wildly sweet, That her charmed heart turns rebel To the instinct of her feet; And she pauses for an instant; But his arms have scarcely slid Round her waist in cestian girdles, And his low voluptuous lid |
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