They who had fed their childhood upon dreams, The playfellows of fancy, who had made All powers of swiftness, subtilty, and strength Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where ! 1805. XXIX. YES, it was the mountain Echo, Answering to the shouting Cuckoo, Giving to her sound for sound! Unsolicited reply To a babbling wanderer sent; Like- but oh! how different! Hears not also mortal Life? Answers, and we know not whence; Such rebounds our inward ear XXX. 1806. TO A SKYLARK. ETHEREAL minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; 1825. XXXI. LAODAMIA. "WITH sacrifice before the rising morn Restore him to my sight, great Jove, restore!" So speaking, and by fervent love endowed With faith, the Suppliant heavenward lifts her hands ; While, like the sun emerging from a cloud, Her countenance brightens and her eye expands; Her bosom heaves and spreads, her stature grows; And she expects the issue in repose. O terror what hath she perceived? - O joy! It is, if sense deceive her not, - 't is He! And a God leads him, winged Mercury! Mild Hermes spake, - and touched her with his wand That calms all fear: "Such grace hath crowned thy prayer, Laodamía! that at Jove's command Thy Husband walks the paths of upper air: He comes to tarry with thee three hours' space; Accept the gift, behold him face to face!" Forth sprang the impassioned Queen her Lord to clasp ; Again that consummation she essayed; The Phantom parts, but parts to reunite, "Protesiláus, lo! thy guide is gone! Confirm, I pray, the vision with thy voice: This is our palace, — yonder is thy throne; Speak, and the floor thou tread'st on will rejoice. "Great Jove, Laodamía! doth not leave And something also did my worth obtain; "Thou knowest, the Delphic oracle foretold A self-devoted chief, by Hector slain." 66 Supreme of Heroes! bravest, noblest, best! Thy matchless courage I bewail no more, Which then, when tens of thousands were deprest By doubt, propelled thee to the fatal shore; Thou found'st art and I forgive thee here thou A nobler counsellor than my poor heart. "But thou, though capable of sternest deed, |