AT AMALFI HERE might I rest for ever; here, Descended cloud-like on calm eyes, Great mother, Nature, on thy breast By sin unstirred, by love made free: In vain I pray: the wish expires Of youth in withered veins and weak; Not mine to dwell, the neophyte Of Nature, in her shrine of light, But still to strive and still to seek. I have outgrown the primal mirth Dread Pan, to thee I turn: thy soul For earth-born hunger too intense. Breathless we sink before thy shrine; That shrouds thy godhood like a mist; Thy life around us laughs, and we Thy chanted melodies we hear, The marrying chords that meet and kiss The meaning, though it seems so clear. From suns that sink o'er silent seas, That are thy minions, mighty Pan! Hath ever told, shall ever tell, But each within his heart alone, Awe-struck and dumb hath learned to own, The burden of thine oracle. JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS. PÆSTUM PÆSTUM Lo, far on the horizon's verge reclined Like giants standing on a sable sky; What record tells it in that desert lone? Resting in solitary majesty Eternal Pæstum there absorbs the heart and eye. Pause here, the desolate waste, the lowering heaven, The sea-fowl's cang, the gray mist hurrying by, The altar fronting ye with brow unriven, In isolation of sublimity, Mates with the clouds, the mountains, and the sky: But the sea breaks no more against his shrine, Hurled from his base the ocean-deity; His worshippers have passed and left no sign, The Shaker of the Earth no more is held divine! There like some Titan throned in his retreat The presence of unconscious power betrays, Whose co-mates are the hills, the rocks, the sea, Even so the awestruck soul reposing dwells on thee! And there thou standest stern, austere, sublime, Left the black shadows time shall not efface, But on thy unperturbed and steadfast face Spirit of grey Antiquity! enthroned With solitude and silence here, proclaim Thou, brooding o'er thy altar-place, who owned, Who reared, that mightiest temple? from whence came |