Follow, follow, nigher, nigher -。，AEolian silence charms the woods;
His being to her yearning tones,。，To the glowing crescent shine!
Nevermore waked by a smile or a sigh.。，
There among the conscious arbours。，Is kindred to our hearts, and once
Dreams o'er the paths of peaceful shade; -。，Fresh voices make a sweet refrain,
Thrill'd the god to wild excess,。，
Palms that like a bird's throbb'd bosom。，
。，Voicelessly the forest Virgin
Not more swiftly fled the sands,。，Thus she glimmers from the dawn,
Melts upon the breast of noon.。，Like a rosebud see her rise!
With hope that knows itself in vain;。，And in the lull of wind and rain,
And the clouds scarce show the sun。，Dark the tide of hair back-flowing
Only still more sweet and lovely。，Gazed she in the glowing flood.
From the blue-veined temples bland!。，
Shed thy withered grief -。，All a muddle!
，Stands beneath her bathing bower.。，From clumps of column'd pines that wave