The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam, A brighter Hellas rears its mountains A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning-star. Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep A loftier Argo cleaves the main, And loves, and weeps, and dies. O, write no more the tale of Troy, Which dawns upon the free: ΙΟ Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn The world is weary of the past, TO NIGHT Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Out of the misty eastern cave, Wrap thy form in a mantle grey, Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee; 40 5 ΤΟ 15 When light rode high, and the dew was gone, I sighed for thee. 20 15 20 Wouldst thou me? - And I replied, No, not thee! Although a subtler Sphinx renew Death will come when thou art dead, 4 |