ENDYMION- A POETIC ROMANCE [33]
his penny pelf,
And take a dream 'mong rushes Stygian,
It could not be so phantasied. Fierce, wan,
And tyrannizing was the lady's look,
As over them a gnarled staff she shook.
Oft-times upon the sudden she laugh'd out,
And from a basket emptied to the rout
Clusters of grapes, the which they raven'd quick
And roar'd for more; with many a hungry lick
About their shaggy jaws. Avenging, slow,
Anon she took a branch of mistletoe,
And emptied on't a black dull-gurgling phial:
Groan'd one and all, as if some piercing trial
Was sharpening for their pitiable bones.
She lifted up the charm: appealing groans
From their poor breasts went sueing to her ear
In vain; remorseless as an infant's bier
She whisk'd against their eyes the sooty oil.
Whereat was heard a noise of painful toil,
Increasing gradual to a tempest rage,
Shrieks, yells, and groans of torture-pilgrimage;
Until their grieved bodies 'gan to bloat
And puff from the tail's end to stifled throat:
Then was appalling silence: then a sight
More wildering than all that hoarse affright;
For the whole herd, as by a whirlwind writhen,
Went through the dismal air like one huge Python
Antagonizing Boreas,- and so vanish'd.
Yet there was not a breath of wind: she banish'd
These phantoms with a nod. Lo! from the dark
Came waggish fauns, and nymphs, and satyrs stark,
With dancing and loud revelry,- and went
Swifter than centaurs after rapine bent.-
Sighing an elephant appear'd and bow'd
Before the fierce witch, speaking thus aloud
In human accent: 'Potent goddess! chief
'Of pains resistless! make my being brief,
'Or let me from this heavy prison fly:
'Or give me to the air, or let me die!
'I sue not for my happy crown again;
'I sue not for my phalanx on the plain;
'I sue not for my lone, my widow'd wife;
'I sue not for my ruddy drops of life,
'My children fair, my lovely girls and boys!
'I will forget them; I will pass these joys;
'Ask nought so heavenward, so too- too high:
'Only I pray, as fairest boon, to die,
'Or be deliver'd from this cumbrous flesh,
'From this gross, detestable, filthy mesh,
'And merely given to the cold bleak air.
'Have mercy, Goddess! Circe, feel my prayer!'
"That curst magician's name fell icy numb
Upon my wild conjecturing: truth had come
Naked and sabre-like against my heart.
I saw a fury whetting a death-dart;
And my slain spirit, overwrought with fright,
Fainted away in that dark lair of night.
Think, my deliverer, how desolate
My waking must have been! disgust, and hate,
And terrors manifold divided me
A spoil amongst them. I prepar'd to flee
Into the dungeon core of that wild wood:
I fled three days- when lo! before me stood
Glaring the angry witch. O Dis, even now,
A clammy dew is beading on my brow,
At mere remembering her pale laugh, and curse.
'Ha! ha! Sir Dainty! there must be a nurse
'Made of rose leaves and thistledown, express,
'To cradle thee my sweet, and lull thee: yes,
'I am too flinty-hard for thy nice touch:
'My tenderest squeeze is but a giant's clutch.
'So, fairy-thing, it shall have lullabies
'Unheard of yet: and it shall still its cries
'Upon some breast more lilly-feminine.
'Oh, no- it shall not pine, and pine, and pine
'More than one pretty, trifling thousand years;
'And then 'twere pity, but fate's gentle shears
'Cut short its immortality. Sea-flirt!
'Young dove of the waters! truly I'll not
And take a dream 'mong rushes Stygian,
It could not be so phantasied. Fierce, wan,
And tyrannizing was the lady's look,
As over them a gnarled staff she shook.
Oft-times upon the sudden she laugh'd out,
And from a basket emptied to the rout
Clusters of grapes, the which they raven'd quick
And roar'd for more; with many a hungry lick
About their shaggy jaws. Avenging, slow,
Anon she took a branch of mistletoe,
And emptied on't a black dull-gurgling phial:
Groan'd one and all, as if some piercing trial
Was sharpening for their pitiable bones.
She lifted up the charm: appealing groans
From their poor breasts went sueing to her ear
In vain; remorseless as an infant's bier
She whisk'd against their eyes the sooty oil.
Whereat was heard a noise of painful toil,
Increasing gradual to a tempest rage,
Shrieks, yells, and groans of torture-pilgrimage;
Until their grieved bodies 'gan to bloat
And puff from the tail's end to stifled throat:
Then was appalling silence: then a sight
More wildering than all that hoarse affright;
For the whole herd, as by a whirlwind writhen,
Went through the dismal air like one huge Python
Antagonizing Boreas,- and so vanish'd.
Yet there was not a breath of wind: she banish'd
These phantoms with a nod. Lo! from the dark
Came waggish fauns, and nymphs, and satyrs stark,
With dancing and loud revelry,- and went
Swifter than centaurs after rapine bent.-
Sighing an elephant appear'd and bow'd
Before the fierce witch, speaking thus aloud
In human accent: 'Potent goddess! chief
'Of pains resistless! make my being brief,
'Or let me from this heavy prison fly:
'Or give me to the air, or let me die!
'I sue not for my happy crown again;
'I sue not for my phalanx on the plain;
'I sue not for my lone, my widow'd wife;
'I sue not for my ruddy drops of life,
'My children fair, my lovely girls and boys!
'I will forget them; I will pass these joys;
'Ask nought so heavenward, so too- too high:
'Only I pray, as fairest boon, to die,
'Or be deliver'd from this cumbrous flesh,
'From this gross, detestable, filthy mesh,
'And merely given to the cold bleak air.
'Have mercy, Goddess! Circe, feel my prayer!'
"That curst magician's name fell icy numb
Upon my wild conjecturing: truth had come
Naked and sabre-like against my heart.
I saw a fury whetting a death-dart;
And my slain spirit, overwrought with fright,
Fainted away in that dark lair of night.
Think, my deliverer, how desolate
My waking must have been! disgust, and hate,
And terrors manifold divided me
A spoil amongst them. I prepar'd to flee
Into the dungeon core of that wild wood:
I fled three days- when lo! before me stood
Glaring the angry witch. O Dis, even now,
A clammy dew is beading on my brow,
At mere remembering her pale laugh, and curse.
'Ha! ha! Sir Dainty! there must be a nurse
'Made of rose leaves and thistledown, express,
'To cradle thee my sweet, and lull thee: yes,
'I am too flinty-hard for thy nice touch:
'My tenderest squeeze is but a giant's clutch.
'So, fairy-thing, it shall have lullabies
'Unheard of yet: and it shall still its cries
'Upon some breast more lilly-feminine.
'Oh, no- it shall not pine, and pine, and pine
'More than one pretty, trifling thousand years;
'And then 'twere pity, but fate's gentle shears
'Cut short its immortality. Sea-flirt!
'Young dove of the waters! truly I'll not