MATTHEW ARNOLD
Seven-gated Thebes, or Troy; Or where the echoing oars Of Argo first Startled the unknown Sea.
The old Silenus
Came, lolling in the sunshine,
From the dewy forest coverts,
This way, at noon.
Sitting by me, while his Fauns
Down at the water side
Sprinkled and smooth'd
His drooping garland,
He told me these things.
But I, Ulybses, Sitting on the warm steps, Looking over the valley, All day long, have seen, Without pain, without labour, Sometimes a wild-hair'd Maenad; Sometimes a Faun with torches; And sometimes, for a moment, Passing through the dark stems
Flowmg-rob'd the beloved,
The desir'd, the divine, Belov'd lacchus.
Ah cool night-wind, tremulous stars!
Ah glimmering water
Fitful earth-murmur
Dreaming woods *
Ah golden-hair'd, strangely-smiling Goddess,
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