Читать книгу The Classic Myths in English Literature and in Art (2nd ed.) (1911) - Bulfinch Thomas - Страница 1

Whether on Ida's shady brow,

Or in the chambers of the East,

The chambers of the sun, that now

From ancient melody have ceas'd;

Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair,

Or the green corners of the earth,

Or the blue regions of the air,

Where the melodious winds have birth;

Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,

Beneath the bosom of the sea,

Wandering in many a coral grove,

Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry;

How have you left the ancient love

That bards of old enjoyed in you!

The languid strings do scarcely move,

The sound is forc'd, the notes are few!

O antique fables! beautiful and bright

And joyous with the joyous youth of yore;

O antique fables! for a little light

Of that which shineth in you evermore,

To cleanse the dimness from our weary eyes,

And bathe our old world with a new surprise

Of golden dawn entrancing sea and shore.