To E.L., On His Travels In Greece
Illyrian woodlands, echoing falls Of water, sheets of summer glass, The long divine Penean pass, The vast Akrokeraunian walls, Tomohrit, Athos, all things fair, With such a pencil, such a pen, You shadow forth to distant men, I read and felt that I was there: And trust me while I turnd the page, And trackd you still on classic ground, I grew in gladness till I found My spirits in the golden age. For me the torrent ever pourd And glistendhere and there alone The broad-limbd Gods at random thrown By fountain-urns;and Naiads oard A glimmering shoulder under gloom Of cavern pillars; on the swell The silver lily heaved and fell; And many a slope was rich in bloom From him that on the mountain lea By dancing rivulets fed his flocks To him who sat upon the rocks, And fluted to the morning sea.
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