Percy Bysshe Shelley - From Vergil's Tenth Eclogue lyrics

[VERSES 1-26.] [Published by Rossetti, "Complete Poetical Works of P. B. S.", 1870, from the Boscombe man*scripts now in the Bodleian. Mr. Loco*k ("Examination", etc., 1903, pages 47-50), as the result of his collation of the same man*scripts, gives a revised and expanded version which we print below.] Melodious Arethusa, o'er my verse Shed thou once more the spirit of thy stream: Who denies verse to Gallus? So, when thou Glidest beneath the green and purple gleam Of Syracusan waters, mayst thou flow Unmingled with the bitter Doric dew! Begin, and, whilst the goats are browsing now The soft leaves, in our way let us pursue The melancholy loves of Gallus. List! We sing not to the dead: the wild woods knew His sufferings, and their echoes… Young Naiads,…in what far woodlands wild Wandered ye when unworthy love possessed Your Gallus? Not where Pindus is up-piled, Nor where Parna**us' sacred mount, nor where Aonian Aganippe expands… The laurels and the myrtle-copses dim. The pine-encircled mountain, Maenalus, The cold crags of Lycaeus, weep for him; And Sylvan, crowned with rustic coronals, Came shaking in his speed the budding wands And heavy lilies which he bore: we knew Pan the Arcadian. … 'What madness is this, Gallus? Thy heart's care With willing steps pursues another there.' _25 ***