Her flood of leaves and grasses linked: A myriad lustrous butterflies A moment in the fluttering sheen; Becapped with the slate air that throws The reindeer’s antlers black between Low-frowning and wide-fallen snows, A minute after; hooded, stoled To suit a graveside Season’s dirge. Lo, but the breaking of a surge, And she is in her lover’s fold, Illumined o’er a boundless range Anew: and through quick morning hours The Tropic-Arctic countercharge Did seem to pant in beams and showers. But noon beheld a larger heaven; Beheld on our reflecting field The Sower to the Bearer given, And both their inner sweetest yield, Fresh as when dews were grey or first Received the flush of hues athirst. Heard we the woodland, eyeing sun, As harp and harper were they one. A murky cloud a fair pursued, Assailed, and felt the limbs elude: He sat him down to pipe his woe, And some strange beast of sky became: A giant’s club withheld the blow; A milky cloud went all to flame. And there were groups where silvery springs The ethereal forest showed begirt By companies in choric rings, Whom but to see made ear alert. For music did each movement rouse, And motion was a minstrel’s rage To have our spirits out of house, And bathe them on the open page. This was a day that knew not age. Since flew the vapoury twos and threes From western pile to eastern rack; As on from peaks of Pyrenees To Graians; youngness ruled the track. When songful beams were shut in caves, And rainy drapery swept across; When the ranked clouds were downy waves, Breast of swan, eagle, albatross, In ordered lines to screen the blue, Youngest of light was nigh, we knew. The silver finger of it laughed Along the narrow rift: it shot, Slew the huge gloom with golden shaft, Then haled on high the volumed blot, To build the hurling palace, cleave The dazzling chasm; the flying nests, The many glory-garlands weave, Whose presence not our sight attests Till wonder with the splendour blent, And passion for the beauty flown, Make evanescence permanent, The thing at heart our endless own. Only at gathered eve knew we The marvels of the day: for then Mount upon mountain out of sea Arose, and to our spacious ken Trebled sublime Olympus round In towering amphitheatre. Colossal on enormous mound, Majestic gods we saw confer. They wafted the Dream-messenger From off the loftiest, the crowned: That Lady of the hues of foam In sun-rays: who, close under dome, A figure on the foot’s descent, Irradiate to vapour went, As one whose mission was resigned, Dispieced, undraped, dissolved to threads; Melting she passed into the mind, Where immortal with mortal weds.