With many a wind and crook。，Comparing day's music with morn's.
There we laboured, and in turn。，Momently black, barren, rude;
Utters neither yea nor nay;。，Dart the sun his arrows back;
I mused: saw the pup ease his heart。，On its dry red sheddings and cones
Read her as no cruel Sphinx。，A noise of the hollow ground
THE DAY OF THE DAUGHTER OF HADES。，With white star-flower overhead;
Of a fire beaten flat by the gale,。，Good from worthless. Some clear lamps
Silence of the thunders locked;。，Fleshly seed of fleshly sins;
Ordered, bubbled, quite unschooled?。，Pipings of the reedy Pan.
Underneath since the Charioteer。，Argent Westward glows the hunt,
The growth, and the showers that feed,。，Open hither, open hence,
。，Then out where the brook-torrent starts
Losing some hue of his mirth,。，In the higher rock-hollows updrawn,
Fed of you, like corn in quern。，Muffled by his cavern-cowl
With the roots the grace of trees.。，Showing a kind face and sweet:
。，Oft heard from mid-forest in chase,
。，Of the sapphire sea-wave on the rock,
，'Twas rather good haste to use。，Footway to the God of Gods.