An thou should'st grow weary ere my returning, An "_they_" should call to thee from out the borderland, What should avail me booty of whale-ways? What should avail me gold rings or the chain-mail? What should avail me the many-twined bracelets? What should avail me, O my beloved, Here in this "Middan-gard"[7] what should avail me Out of the booty and gain of my goings? [Footnote 7: Anglo Saxon "Earth".] XENIA And Unto thine eyes my heart Sendeth old dreams of the spring-time, Yea of wood-ways my rime Found thee and flowers in and of all streams That sang low burthen, and of roses, That lost their dew-bowed petals for the dreams We scattered o'er them passing by. Occidit Autumnal breaks the flame upon the sun-set herds. The sheep on Gilead as tawn hair gleam Neath Mithra's dower and his slow departing, While in the sky a thousand fleece of gold Bear, each his tribute, to the waning god. Hung on the rafters of the effulgent west, Their tufted splendour shields his decadence, As in our southern lands brave tapestries Are hung king-greeting from the ponticells And drag the pageant from the earth to air, Wherein the storied figures live again, Wind-molden back unto their life's erst guise, All tremulous beneath the many-fingered breath That Aufidus[8] doth take to house his soul. [Footnote 8: The West wind.] Search I have heard a wee wind searching Through still forests for me; I have seen a wee wind searching O'er still sea. Through woodlands dim have I taken my way; And o'er silent waters night and day Have I sought the wee wind. An Idyl for Glaucus _Nel suo aspetto tal dentro mifei_ _Qual si fe' Glauco nel gustar dell' erba_ _Che il fe' consorto in mar degli altri dei._ PARADISO, I, 67-9. "_As Glaucus tasting the grass that made_ _him sea-fellow with the other gods._" I Whither he went I may not follow him. His eyes Were strange to-day. They always were, After their fashion, kindred of the sea.