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Rh XXXIII

, Love, beneath the fields of asphodel

Where youth lies buried, goest thou wandering,

And like a rainbow droops thy irised wing

Above the dead on whom sweet passion fell?

There thy eternal incarnations dwell;

There bends Narcissus o'er the beauteous spring;

There to the lovely soil doth Hyacinth cling.

Ay me! when young, I breathed the Ægean spell.

Once voyaged I—Europe, Asia on each hand—

To the inaccessible, dim, holy main;

Beautiful Ida wooed me, misty, grand;

shouted music in my brain;

And in the darkness, in the Trojan land,

I heard my horses champing golden grain.