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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538107" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hermotimus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wilt not lay thee down in quiet slumber?<br>Weary dost thou seem, and ill at rest;<br>Sleep will bring thee dreams in starry number-<br>Let him come to thee and be thy guest.<br>Midnight now is past-<br>Husband! come at last-<br>Lay thy throbbing head upon my breast.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Weary am I, but my soul is waking;<br>Fain I'd lay me gently by thy side,<br>But my spirit then, its home forsaking,<br>Through the realms of space would wander wide-<br>Everything forgot,<br>What would be thy lot,<br>If I came not back to thee, my bride?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Music, like the lute of young Apollo,<br>Vibrates even now within mine ear;<br>Soft and silver voices bid me follow,<br>Yet my soul is dull and will not hear.<br>Waking it will stay:<br>Let me watch till day-<br>Fainter will they come, and disappear.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Speak not thus to me, my own-my dearest!<br>These are but the phantoms of thy brain;<br>Nothing can befall thee which thou fearest,<br>Thou shalt wake to love and life again.<br>Were this sleep thy last,<br>I should hold thee fast,<br>Thou shouldst strive against me but in vain.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Eros will protect us, and will hover,<br>Guardian-like, above thee all the night,<br>Jealous of thee, as of some fond lover<br>Chiding back the rosy-fingered light-<br>He will be thine aid:<br>Canst thou feel afraid<br>When <br>his<br>torch above us burneth bright?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lo! the cressets of the night are waning-<br>Old Orion hastens from the sky;<br>Only thou of all things art remaining<br>Unrefreshed by slumber-thou and I.<br>Sound and sense are still;<br>Even the distant rill<br>Murmurs fainter now, and languidly.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come and rest thee, husband!'-And no longer<br>Could the young man that fond call resist:<br>Vainly was he warned, for love was stronger-<br>Warmly did he press her to his breast.<br>Warmly met she his;<br>Kiss succeeded kiss,<br>Till their eyelids closed with sleep oppressed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon Aurora left her early pillow,<br>And the heavens grew rosy-rich, and rare;<br>Laughed the dewy plain and glassy billow,<br>For the Golden God himself was there;<br>And the vapour-screen<br>Rose the hills between,<br>Steaming up, like incense, in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IX.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er her husband sate Ione bending-<br>Marble-like and marble-hued he lay;<br>Underneath her raven locks descending,<br>Paler seemed his face, and ashen gray,<br>And so white his brow-<br>White and cold as snow-<br>'Husband! Gods! his soul hath passed away!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>X.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Raise ye up the pile with gloomy shadow-<br>Heap it with the mournful cypress-bough!-<br>And they raised the pile upon the meadow,<br>And they heaped the mournful cypress too;<br>And they laid the dead<br>On his funeral bed,<br>And they kindled up the flames below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swiftly rose they, and the corse surrounded,<br>Spreading out a pall into the air;<br>And the sharp and sudden crackling sounded<br>Mournfully to all the watchers there.<br>Soon their force was spent,<br>And the body blent<br>With the embers' slow-expiring glare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night again was come; but oh, how lonely<br>To the mourner did that night appear!<br>Peace nor rest it brought, but sorrow only,<br>Vain repinings and unwonted fear.<br>Dimly burned the lamp-<br>Chill the air and damp-<br>And the winds without were moaning drear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hush! a voice in solemn whispers speaking<br>Breaks within the twilight of the room;<br>And Ione, loud and wildly shrieking,<br>Starts and gazes through the ghastly gloom.<br>Nothing sees she there-<br>All is empty air,<br>All is empty as a rifled tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XIV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once again the voice beside her sounded,<br>Low, and faint, and solemn was its tone-<br>'Nor by form nor shade am I surrounded,<br>Fleshly home and dwelling have I none.<br>They are passed away-<br>Woe is me! to-day<br>Hath robbed me of myself, and made me lone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Vainly were the words of parting spoken;<br>Evermore must Charon turn from me.<br>Still my thread of life remains unbroken,<br>And unbroken ever it must be;<br>Only they may rest<br>Whom the Fates' behest<br>From their mortal mansion setteth free.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XVI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have seen the robes of Hermes glisten-<br>Seen him wave afar his serpent-wand;<br>But to me the Herald would not listen-<br>When the dead swept by at his command,<br>Not with that pale crew<br>Durst I venture too-<br>Ever shut for me the quiet land.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XVII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Day and night before the dreary portal,<br>Phantom-shapes, the guards of Hades, lie;<br>None of heavenly kind, nor yet of mortal,<br>May unchallenged pass the warders by.<br>None that path may go,<br>If he cannot show<br>His last passport to eternity.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XVIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cruel was the spirit-power thou gavest-<br>Fatal, O Apollo, was thy love!<br>Pythian! Archer! brightest God and bravest,<br>Hear, O hear me from thy throne above!<br>Let me not, I pray,<br>Thus be cast away:<br>Plead for me-thy slave-O plead to Jove!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XIX.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I have heard thee with the Muses singing-<br>Heard that full, melodious voice of thine,<br>Silver-clear throughout the ether ringing-<br>Seen thy locks in golden clusters shine;<br>And thine eye, so bright<br>With its innate light,<br>Hath ere now been bent so low as mine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XX.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hast thou lost the wish-the will-to cherish<br>Those who trusted in thy godlike power?<br>Hyacinthus did not wholly perish;<br>Still he lives, the firstling of thy bower;<br>Still he feels thy rays,<br>Fondly meets thy gaze,<br>Though but now the spirit of a flower.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XXI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hear me, Phoebus! Hear me and deliver!<br>Lo! the morning breaketh from afar-<br>God! thou comest bright and great as ever-<br>Night goes back before thy burning car;<br>All her lamps are gone-<br>Lucifer alone<br>Lingers still for thee-the blessed star!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XXII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hear me, Phoebus!'-And therewith descended<br>Through the window-arch a glory-gleam,<br>All effulgent-and with music blended,<br>For such solemn sounds arose as stream<br>From the Memnon-lyre,<br>When the morning fire<br>Gilds the giant's forehead with its beam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>XXIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou hast heard thy servant's prayer, Apollo;<br>Thou dost call me, mighty God of Day!<br>Fare-thee-well, Ione!'-And more hollow<br>Came the phantom-voice, then died away.<br>When the slaves arose,<br>Not in calm repose,<br>Not in sleep, but death, their mistress lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Edmondstoune+Aytoun">William Edmondstoune Aytoun</a><div class=q>
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'Wilt not lay thee down in quiet slumber?
Weary dost thou seem, and ill at rest;
Sleep will bring thee dreams in starry number-
Let him come to thee and be thy guest.
Midnight now is past-
Husband! come at last-
Lay thy throbbing head upon my ..."></div>
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