Eolie.
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Breaking the crystal calm of night,
As light wings break a glassy sea,
Your low voice hymns me to my rest,
Wild Eolie!
As light wings break a glassy sea,
Your low voice hymns me to my rest,
Wild Eolie!
When through the heaven's serenest blue
Move car-like clouds with lingering flight,
I image you a nymph like those
That urge the shell of Amphitrite.
At morn you are a huntress fleet,
And, cloistered from the heats of noon,
You seem at night a sister pale,
Low chanting to the haloed moon.
By morn, and noon, and saintly night,
I image what I cannot see;
And give your elfin tones a soul,
Wild Eolie!
Move car-like clouds with lingering flight,
I image you a nymph like those
That urge the shell of Amphitrite.
At morn you are a huntress fleet,
And, cloistered from the heats of noon,
You seem at night a sister pale,
Low chanting to the haloed moon.
By morn, and noon, and saintly night,
I image what I cannot see;
And give your elfin tones a soul,
Wild Eolie!
