VOL. I. VI. My whole soul waiting silently, Droops blinded with his shining eye: I will grow round him in his place, 8 CENONE. THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier The swimming vapor slopes athwart the glen, Behind the valley topmost Gargarus Stands up and takes the morning; but in front The gorges, opening wide apart, reveal Troas and Ilion's columned citadel, The crown of Troas. Hither came at noon Mournful Enone, wandering forlorn Of Paris, once her playmate on the hills. Her cheek had lost the rose, and round her neck "O mother Ida, many-fountained Ida, My eyes are full of tears, my heart of love, “O mother Ida, many fountained Ida, Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. Hear me O Earth, hear me O Hills, O Caves, That house the cold crowned snake! O mountain brooks, I am the daughter of a River-God; Hear me, for I will speak, and build up all My sorrow with my song, as yonder walls "O mother Ida, many-fountained Ida, Leading a jet-black goat white-horned, white-hooved, “O mother Ida, harken ere I die. Far-off the torrent called me from the cleft: Far up the solitary morning smote The streaks of virgin snow. With down-dropt eyes I sat alone: white breasted like a star Fronting the dawn he moved; a leopard skin Drooped from his shoulder, but his sunny hair And his cheek brightened as the foam-bow brightens When the wind blows the foam, and all my heart Went forth to embrace him coming ere he came. "Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. He smiled, and opening out his milk-white palm Beautiful-browed Enone, my own soul, Behold this fruit, whose gleaming rind engraven "For the most fair," would seem to award it thine, As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida, loveliest in all grace Of movement, and the charm of married brows.' “Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. He prest the blossom of his lips to mine, And added, "This was cast upon the board, When all the full-faced presence of the Gods Ranged in the halls of Peleus; whereupon Rose feud, with question unto whom 't were due: |