Endymion.

"Let me be young," the Latmian shepherd prayed,

"And let me have on night-time hills long sleep;"

Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven's crowne`d maid,

And gave his youth and dreams her love to keep.





What news comrade upon the mountain top

From the courts of the sun? What news from the skies

When great Orion strides the open night,

Heaven's Hunter" hath he told you of Heaven's

Forests and the quarry of the Gods? They do

Not speare their pray I warrant you. Skillful

nd merciless. . Saw you young Cynthia threading her

Silver way among the stars and when she yearned o'er him,

The sleeping shepherd on the hills, caught you

Her breath of love? The winds have passed

You in the night, what have they told you of the

Illimitable? -- Hath your soul followed thence and gone

beyond the [two undeciphered words] of their journey

envisaged the Ultimate --



Now doth blue kirtled night relume the stars

Bidding them light my dear love on his way,

And for his coming takes all tender cares

That he shall find the night more sweet than day.