ElegiacsReprinted inCollected WorksamongJuvenilia, with title altered toLeonine Elegiacs. The only alterations made in the text were “wood-dove” for “turtle,” and the substitution of “or” for “and” in the last line but one.Lowflowing breezes are roaming the broad valley dimm’d in the gloaming:Thoro’ the black-stemm’d pines only the far river shines.Creeping thro’ blossomy rushes and bowers of rose-blowing bushes,Down by the poplar tall rivulets babble and fall.Barketh the shepherd-dog cheerily; the grasshopper carolleth clearly;Deeply the turtle coos; shrilly the owlet halloos;Winds creep; dews fell chilly: in her first sleep earth breathes stilly:Over the pools in the burn watergnats murmur and mourn.Sadly the far kine loweth: the glimmering water outfloweth:Twin peaks shadow’d with pine slope to the dark hyaline.Lowthroned Hesper is stayed between the two peaks; but the NaiadThrobbing in mild unrest holds him beneath in her breast.The ancient poetess singeth, that Hesperus all things bringeth,Smoothing the wearied mind: bring me my love, Rosalind.Thou comest morning and even; she cometh not morning or even.False-eyed Hesper, unkind, where is my sweet Rosalind?
Reprinted inCollected WorksamongJuvenilia, with title altered toLeonine Elegiacs. The only alterations made in the text were “wood-dove” for “turtle,” and the substitution of “or” for “and” in the last line but one.
Lowflowing breezes are roaming the broad valley dimm’d in the gloaming:Thoro’ the black-stemm’d pines only the far river shines.Creeping thro’ blossomy rushes and bowers of rose-blowing bushes,Down by the poplar tall rivulets babble and fall.Barketh the shepherd-dog cheerily; the grasshopper carolleth clearly;Deeply the turtle coos; shrilly the owlet halloos;Winds creep; dews fell chilly: in her first sleep earth breathes stilly:Over the pools in the burn watergnats murmur and mourn.Sadly the far kine loweth: the glimmering water outfloweth:Twin peaks shadow’d with pine slope to the dark hyaline.Lowthroned Hesper is stayed between the two peaks; but the NaiadThrobbing in mild unrest holds him beneath in her breast.The ancient poetess singeth, that Hesperus all things bringeth,Smoothing the wearied mind: bring me my love, Rosalind.Thou comest morning and even; she cometh not morning or even.False-eyed Hesper, unkind, where is my sweet Rosalind?