HYMEN OF MAN:Percy Bysshe Shelly


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[FONT=&quot]HYMEN OF MAN[/FONT]

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[FONT=&quot]FROM the forests and highlands [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]We come, we come; [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]From the river-girt islands, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Where loud waves are dumb, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Listening to my sweet pipings. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The wind in the reeds and the rushes, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The bees on the bells of thyme, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The birds on the myrtle bushes, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The cicale above in the lime, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And the lizards below in the grass, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Listening to my sweet pipings. [/FONT]

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[FONT=&quot]Liquid Peneus was flowing, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And all dark Tempe lay [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The light of the dying day, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Speeded by my sweet pipings. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The Sileni and Sylvans and Fauns, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And the Nymphs of the woods and the waves, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]To the edge of the moist river-lawns, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And the brink of the dewy caves, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And all that did then attend and follow, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Were silent with love, as you know, Apollo, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]With envy of my sweet pipings. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot] I sang of the dancing stars, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I sang of the dædal earth, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And of heaven, and the giant wars, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And love, and death, and birth. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And then I changed my pipings-- [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Singing how down the vale of Mænalus [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I pursued a maiden, and clasp'd a reed: [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Gods and men, we are all deluded thus; [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]It breaks in our bosom, and then we bleed. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]All wept -- as I think both ye now would, [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]If envy or age had not frozen your blood-- [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]At the sorrow of my sweet pipings
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[FONT=&quot]Percy Bysshe Shelly [/FONT]
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