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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396847" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Phoebus with Admetus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, <br> Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, <br>Mindful were the ploughmen of who the steer had yoked, <br> Who: and what a track show'd the upturn'd sod! <br>Mindful were the shepherds, as now the noon severe <br> Bent a burning eyebrow to brown evetide, <br>How the rustic flute drew the silver to the sphere, <br> Sister of his own, till her rays fell wide. <br> God! of whom music <br> And song and blood are pure, <br> The day is never darken'd <br> That had thee here obscure. <br>Chirping none, the scarlet cicalas crouch'd in ranks: <br> Slack the thistle-head piled its down-silk gray: <br>Scarce the stony lizard suck'd hollows in his flanks: <br> Thick on spots of umbrage our drowsed flocks lay. <br>Sudden bow'd the chestnuts beneath a wind unheard, <br> Lengthen'd ran the grasses, the sky grew slate: <br>Then amid a swift flight of wing'd seed white as curd, <br> Clear of limb a Youth smote the master's gate. <br> God! of whom music <br> And song and blood are pure, <br> The day is never darken'd <br> That had thee here obscure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Water, first of singers, o'er rocky mount and mead, <br> First of earthly singers, the sun-loved rill, <br>Sang of him, and flooded the ripples on the reed, <br> Seeking whom to waken and what ear fill. <br>Water, sweetest soother to kiss a wound and cool, <br> Sweetest and divinest, the sky-born brook, <br>Chuckled, with a whimper, and made a mirror-pool <br> Round the guest we welcomed, the strange hand shook. <br> God! of whom music <br> And song and blood are pure, <br> The day is never darken'd <br> That had thee here obscure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many swarms of wild bees descended on our fields: <br> Stately stood the wheatstalk with head bent high: <br>Big of heart we labour'd at storing mighty yields, <br> Wool and corn, and clusters to make men cry! <br>Hand-like rush'd the vintage; we strung the bellied skins <br> Plump, and at the sealing the Youth's voice rose: <br>Maidens clung in circle, on little fists their chins; <br> Gentle beasties through push'd a cold long nose. <br> God! of whom music <br> And song and blood are pure, <br> The day is never darken'd <br> That had thee here obscure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Foot to fire in snowtime we trimm'd the slender shaft: <br> Often down the pit spied the lean wolf's teeth <br>Grin against his will, trapp'd by masterstrokes of craft; <br> Helpless in his froth-wrath as green logs seethe! <br>Safe the tender lambs tugg'd the teats, and winter sped <br> Whirl'd before the crocus, the year's new gold. <br>Hung the hooky beak up aloft, the arrowhead <br> Redden'd through his feathers for our dear fold. <br> God! of whom music <br> And song and blood are pure, <br> The day is never darken'd <br> That had thee here obscure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tales we drank of giants at war with gods above: <br> Rocks were they to look on, and earth climb'd air! <br>Tales of search for simples, and those who sought of love <br> Ease because the creature was all too fair. <br>Pleasant ran our thinking that while our work was good. <br> Sure as fruits for sweat would the praise come fast. <br>He that wrestled stoutest and tamed the billow-brood <br> Danced in rings with girls, like a sail-flapp'd mast. <br> God! of whom music <br> And song and blood are pure, <br> The day is never darken'd <br> That had thee here obscure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, the herb of healing, when once the herb is known, <br> Shines in shady woods bright as new-sprung flame. <br>Ere the string was tighten'd we heard the mellow tone, <br> After he had taught how the sweet sounds came. <br>Stretch'd about his feet, labour done, 'twas as you see <br> Red pomegranates tumble and burst hard rind. <br>So began contention to give delight and be <br> Excellent in things aim'd to make life kind. <br> God! of whom music <br> And song and blood are pure, <br> The day is never darken'd <br> That had thee here obscure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You with shelly horns, rams! and, promontory goats, <br> You whose browsing beards dip in coldest dew! <br>Bulls, that walk the pastures in kingly-flashing coats! <br> Laurel, ivy, vine, wreathed for feasts not few! <br>You that build the shade-roof, and you that court the rays, <br> You that leap besprinkling the rock stream-rent: <br>He has been our fellow, the morning of our days; <br> Us he chose for housemates, and this way went. <br> God! of whom music <br> And song and blood are pure, <br> The day is never darken'd <br> That had thee here obscure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> NOW the North wind ceases, <br> The warm South-west awakes; <br> Swift fly the fleeces, <br> Thick the blossom-flakes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now hill to hill has made the stride, <br>And distance waves the without-end: <br>Now in the breast a door flings wide; <br>Our farthest smiles, our next is friend. <br>And song of England's rush of flowers <br>Is this full breeze with mellow stops, <br>That spins the lark for shine, for showers; <br>He drinks his hurried flight, and drops. <br>The stir in memory seem these things, <br>Which out of moisten'd turf and clay, <br>Astrain for light push patient rings, <br>Or leap to find the waterway. <br>'Tis equal to a wonder done, <br>Whatever simple lives renew <br>Their tricks beneath the father sun, <br>As though they caught a broken clue: <br>So hard was earth an eyewink back; <br>But now the common life has come, <br>The blotting cloud a dappled pack, <br>The grasses one vast underhum. <br>A City clothed in snow and soot, <br>With lamps for day in ghostly rows, <br>Breaks to the scene of hosts afoot, <br>The river that reflective flows: <br>And there did fog down crypts of street <br>Play spectre upon eye and mouth:-- <br>Their faces are a glass to greet <br>This magic of the whirl for South. <br>A burly joy each creature swells <br>With sound of its own hungry quest; <br>Earth has to fill her empty wells, <br>And speed the service of the nest; <br>The phantom of the snow-wreath melt, <br>That haunts the farmer's look abroad, <br>Who sees what tomb a white night built, <br>Where flocks now bleat and sprouts the clod. <br>For iron Winter held her firm; <br>Across her sky he laid his hand; <br>And bird he starved, he stiffen'd worm; <br>A sightless heaven, a shaven land. <br>Her shivering Spring feign'd fast asleep, <br>The bitten buds dared not unfold: <br>We raced on roads and ice to keep <br>Thought of the girl we love from cold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But now the North wind ceases, <br> The warm South-west awakes, <br> The heavens are out in fleeces, <br> And earth's green banner shakes.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396847" data-title="Phoebus with Admetus de George Meredith" data-description="WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who the steer had yoked, Who: and what a track show'd the upturn'd sod! 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