SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY
My eyes are full of tears, my heart of love, 30
My heart is breaking, and my eyes are dim,
And I am all aweary of my life.
'O mother Ida, many-fountain^ Ida,
Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die.
Hear me O Earth, hear me O Hills, O Caves 35
That house the cold crown'd snake ! O mountain brooks,
I am the daughter of a River-God,
Hear me, for I will speak, and build up all
My sorrow with my song, as yonder walls
Rose slowly to a music slowly breathed, 40
A cloud that gathered shape; for it may be
P That, while I speak of it, a little while
My heart may wander from its deeper woe.
*O mother Ida, many fountain'd Ida,
Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die. 45
I waited underneath the dawning hills,
Aloft the mountain lawn was dewy-dark,
And dewy-dark aloft the mountain pine :
Beautiful Paris, evil-hearted Paris,
Leading a jet-black goat white-horn 'd, white-hooved, 50
Came up from reedy Simois all alone.
'O mother Ida, hearken ere I die.
Far-off the torrent caird me from the cleft:
Far up the solitary morning smote
The streaks of virgin snow. With down-dropt eyes 55
I sat alone: white-breasted like a star
Fronting the dawn he moved; a leopard skin
Droop'd from his shoulder, but his sunny hair
Cluster'd about his temples like a God's;
And his cheek brighten'd as the foam-bow brightens 60
When the wind blows the foam, and all my heart
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