Poems . II II )4 • MISCELLANEOUS ENDYMION. The rising moon has hid the stars ; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green,With shadows brown between. ENDYMION. 255 And silver white the river gleams. As if Diana in her dreams, Had dropt her silver bowUpon the meadows low. On such a tranquil night as this,She woke Endj-mion with a kiss, When, sleeping in the groveHe dreamed not of her love. Like Dians kiss, unasked, unsought,Love gives itself, but is not bought;Nor voice, nor sound betraysIts deep, impassioned gaze. It comes,—the beautiful, the free, The crown of all
Poems . II II )4 • MISCELLANEOUS ENDYMION. The rising moon has hid the stars ; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green,With shadows brown between. ENDYMION. 255 And silver white the river gleams. As if Diana in her dreams, Had dropt her silver bowUpon the meadows low. On such a tranquil night as this,She woke Endj-mion with a kiss, When, sleeping in the groveHe dreamed not of her love. Like Dians kiss, unasked, unsought,Love gives itself, but is not bought;Nor voice, nor sound betraysIts deep, impassioned gaze. It comes,—the beautiful, the free, The crown of all humanity,—In silence and aloneTo seek the elected one. It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep,Are Lifes oblivion, the souls sleep,And kisses the closed eyesOf him, who slumbering lies. O, weary hearts ! O, slumbering eyes ! (), drooping souls, whose destinies Arc fraught with fear and pain,Yc shall be loved a^ain! 356 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. No one is so accursed by fate,No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Respon
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