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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Melampus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With love exceeding a simple love of the things<br>That glide in grasses and rubble of woody wreck;<br>Or change their perch on a beat of quivering wings<br>From branch to branch, only restful to pipe and peck;<br>Or, bristled, curl at a touch their snouts in a ball;<br>Or cast their web between bramble and thorny hook;<br>The good physician Melampus, loving them all,<br>Among them walked, as a scholar who reads a book.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For him the woods were a home and gave him the key<br>Of knowledge, thirst for their treasures in herbs and flowers.<br>The secrets held by the creatures nearer than we<br>To earth he sought, and the link of their life with ours:<br>And where alike we are, unlike where, and the veined<br>Division, veined parallel, of a blood that flows<br>In them, in us, from the source by man unattained<br>Save marks he well what the mystical woods disclose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this he deemed might be boon of love to a breast<br>Embracing tenderly each little motive shape,<br>The prone, the flitting, who seek their food whither best<br>Their wits direct, whither best from their foes escape.<br>For closer drawn to our mother's natural milk,<br>As babes they learn where her motherly help is great:<br>They know the juice for the honey, juice for the silk,<br>And need they medical antidotes, find them straight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of earth and sun they are wise, they nourish their broods,<br>Weave, build, hive, burrow and battle, take joy and pain<br>Like swimmers varying billows: never in woods<br>Runs white insanity fleeing itself: all sane<br>The woods revolve: as the tree its shadowing limns<br>To some resemblance in motion, the rooted life<br>Restrains disorder: you hear the primitive hymns<br>Of earth in woods issue wild of the web of strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now sleeping once on a day of marvellous fire,<br>A brood of snakes he had cherished in grave regret<br>That death his people had dealt their dam and their sire,<br>Through savage dread of them, crept to his neck, and set<br>Their tongues to lick him: the swift affectionate tongue<br>Of each ran licking the slumberer: then his ears<br>A forked red tongue tickled shrewdly: sudden upsprung,<br>He heard a voice piping: Ay, for he has no fears!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bird said that, in the notes of birds, and the speech<br>Of men, it seemed: and another renewed: He moves<br>To learn and not to pursue, he gathers to teach;<br>He feeds his young as do we, and as we love loves.<br>No fears have I of a man who goes with his head<br>To earth, chance looking aloft at us, kind of hand:<br>I feel to him as to earth of whom we are fed;<br>I pipe him much for his good could he understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Melampus touched at his ears, laid finger on wrist<br>He was not dreaming, he sensibly felt and heard.<br>Above, through leaves, where the tree-twigs inter-twist,<br>He spied the birds and the bill of the speaking bird.<br>His cushion mosses in shades of various green,<br>The lumped, the antlered, he pressed, while the sunny snake<br>Slipped under: draughts he had drunk of clear Hippocrene,<br>It seemed, and sat with a gift of the Gods awake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Divinely thrilled was the man, exultingly full,<br>As quick well-waters that come of the heart of earth,<br>Ere yet they dart in a brook are one bubble-pool<br>To light and sound, wedding both at the leap of birth.<br>The soul of light vivid shone, a stream within stream;<br>The soul of sound from a musical shell outflew;<br>Where others hear but a hum and see but a beam,<br>The tongue and eye of the fountain of life he knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knew the Hours: they were round him, laden with seed<br>Of hours bestrewn upon vapour, and one by one<br>They winged as ripened in fruit the burden decreed<br>For each to scatter; they flushed like the buds in sun,<br>Bequeathing seed to successive similar rings,<br>Their sisters, bearers to men of what men have earned:<br>He knew them, talked with the yet unreddened; the stings,<br>The sweets, they warmed at their bosoms divined, discerned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not unsolicited, sought by diligent feet,<br>By riddling fingers expanded, oft watched in growth<br>With brooding deep as the noon-ray's quickening wheat,<br>Ere touch'd, the pendulous flower of the plants of sloth,<br>The plants of rigidness, answered question and squeeze,<br>Revealing wherefore it bloomed, uninviting, bent,<br>Yet making harmony breathe of life and disease,<br>The deeper chord of a wonderful instrument.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So passed he luminous-eyed for earth and the fates<br>We arm to bruise or caress us: his ears were charged<br>With tones of love in a whirl of voluble hates,<br>With music wrought of distraction his heart enlarged.<br>Celestial-shining, though mortal, singer, though mute,<br>He drew the Master of harmonies, voiced or stilled,<br>To seek him; heard at the silent medicine-root<br>A song, beheld in fulfilment the unfulfilled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Him Phoebus, lending to darkness colour and form<br>Of light's excess, many lessons and counsels gave,<br>Showed Wisdom lord of the human intricate swarm,<br>And whence prophetic it looks on the hives that rave,<br>And how acquired, of the zeal of love to acquire,<br>And where it stands, in the centre of life a sphere;<br>And Measure, mood of the lyre, the rapturous lyre,<br>He said was Wisdom, and struck him the notes to hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet, sweet: 'twas glory of vision, honey, the breeze<br>In heat, the run of the river on root and stone,<br>All senses joined, as the sister Pierides<br>Are one, uplifting their chorus, the Nine, his own.<br>In stately order, evolved of sound into sight,<br>From sight to sound intershifting, the man descried<br>The growths of earth, his adored, like day out of night,<br>Ascend in song, seeing nature and song allied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there vitality, there, there solely in song,<br>Resides, where earth and her uses to men, their needs,<br>Their forceful cravings, the theme are: there is it strong,<br>The Master said: and the studious eye that reads,<br>(Yea, even as earth to the crown of Gods on the mount),<br>In links divine with the lyrical tongue is bound.<br>Pursue thy craft: it is music drawn of a fount<br>To spring perennial; well-spring is common ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Melampus dwelt among men: physician and sage,<br>He served them, loving them, healing them; sick or maimed,<br>Or them that frenzied in some delirious rage<br>Outran the measure, his juice of the woods reclaimed.<br>He played on men, as his master, Phoebus, on strings<br>Melodious: as the God did he drive and check,<br>Through love exceeding a simple love of the things<br>That glide in grasses and rubble of woody wreck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q>
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With love exceeding a simple love of the things
That glide in grasses and rubble of woody wreck;
Or change their perch on a beat of quivering wings
From branch to branch, only restful to pipe and peck;
Or, bristled, curl at a touch their snouts..."></div>
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