SONNET. TO FANNY. I CRY your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love! One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Withhold no atom's atom or I die, 10 THE FALL OF HYPERION A DREAM [CANTO I.] FANATICS have their dreams, wherewith they weave But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die; With the fine spell of words alone can save And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved, When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave. Methought I stood where trees of every clime, Palm, myrtle, oak, and sycamore, and beech, With plantain, and spice-blossoms, made a screen; In neighbourhood of fountains (by the noise Soft-showering in my ears), and, (by the touch Of scent,) not far from roses. Turning round I saw an arbour with a drooping roof Of trellis vines, and bells, and larger blooms, Like floral censers, swinging light in air; Before its wreathed doorway, on a mound Of moss, was spread a feast of summer fruits, Which, nearer seen, seem'd refuse of a meal By angel tasted or our Mother Eve; 10 20 30 For empty shells were scattered on the grass, Of the soon-fading jealous Caliphat; No poison gender'd in close monkish cell, The cloudy swoon came on, and down I sank, How long I slumber'd 'tis a chance to guess. Of an old sanctuary with roof august, Builded so high, it seem'd that filmed clouds Might spread beneath, as o'er the stars of heaven; Of grey cathedrals, buttress'd walls, rent towers, The superannuations of sunk realms, Or Nature's rocks toil'd hard in waves and winds, 40 50 60 45 in our lips Houghton: this looks corrupt. A more likely reading would be on our lips. 48 soon-fading] death-doing MS. rejected, fide Woodhouse. 55 sank Houghton: sunk Woodhouse. |