4 ENDYMION.
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hat whisper round a temple become soonDear as tlie temple*8 self, so does the moon,The passion jioesy, glories infinite,Haunt us till they become a cheering hghtUnto our souls, and bound to us so fast,That, whetlier there be shine, or gloom oVrcast,They alway must be with us, or we die. Therefore, 'tis with full happiness that IWill ti-ace the story of Endj-mion.The very music of die name has goneInto my being, and each pleasant sceneIs growing fresh before me as the greenOf our o>vn valleys : so I will begin; Now while I cannot hear Uie city's din ;Now while the early buddei-s are just new.And run in mazes of the youngest hueAbout old forests ; while the willow trailsI Its delicate amber ; and the dairy pails' Bring home increase of milk. And, as the year; Grows lush in juicy stalks, 1*11 smoothly steer' My little boat, for many quiet hours,I With streams that deepen fi*eshly into bowers., Many and many a verse I hope to write. Before tlie daisies, vermeil rimni'd and white,Hide in deep herbage ; and ere yet the bees' Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas, I must be near the middle of my story.I may no wintry season, bare and hoary.See it half-finish'd ; but let Autumn bold,I With univei*sal tinge of sober gold,! Be all about me when I make an end.j And now at once, adventm^esome, I send! My herald thought into a wilderness :I There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dressI My micertain path witli green, that I may speedEasily onward, thorough flowers and weed.
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