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Or to tread breathless round the frothy main, And gather up all fancifullest shells For thee to tumble into Naiads' cells, And, being hidden, laugh at their out-peeping; Or to delight thee with fantastic leaping, The while they pelt each other on the crown With silvery oak-apples, and fir-cones brown By all the echoes that about thee ring, Hear us, O satyr king!


 * "O Hearkener to the loud-clapping shears,

While ever and anon to his shorn peers A ram goes bleating: Winder of the horn, When snouted wild-boars routing tender corn Anger our huntsman: Breather round our farms, To keep off mildews, and all weather harms: Strange ministrant of undescribed sounds, That come a-swooning over hollow grounds. And wither drearily on barren moors: Dread opener of the mysterious doors Leading to universal knowledge—see, Great son of Dryope, The many that are come to pay their vows With leaves about their brows!


 * "Be still the unimaginable lodge

For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven. That spreading in this dull and clodded earth, Gives it a touch ethereal—a new birth: Be still a symbol of immensity;