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Science, true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee, or how deem thee wise,
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car,
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?

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Pier Francesco Mola - Diana and Endymion

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

                Endymion

The rising moon has hid the stars;
Her level rays, like golden bars,
   Lie on the landscape green,
   With shadows brown between. 

And silver white the river gleams,
As if Diana, in her dreams,
   Had dropt her silver bow
   Upon the meadows low. 

On such a tranquil night as this,
She woke Endymion with a kiss,
   When, sleeping in the Grove,
   He dreamed not of her love. 

Like Dian’s kiss, unasked, unsought,
Love gives itself, but is not bought;
   Nor voice, nor sound betrays
   Its deep, impassioned gaze. 

It comes, – the beautiful, the free,
The crown of all humanity, –
   In silence and alone
   To seek the elected one. 

It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep
Are Life’s oblivion, the soul’s sleep,
   And kisses the closed eyes
   Of him who slumbering lies. 

O weary hearts!  O slumbering eyes!
O drooping souls, whose destinies
   Are fraught with fear and pain,
   Ye shall be loved again!

No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,
   But some heart, though unknown,
   Responds unto his own. 

Responds, – as if with unseen wings,
An angel touched its quivering strings;
   And whispers, in its song,
   “Where hast thou stayed so long?”

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