I SAW pale Dian, sitting by the brink Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains From cloudy steeps; and I grew sad to think Endymion's foot was silent on those mountains And he but a hushed name, that Silence keeps In dear remembrance, -- lonely and forlorn, Singing it to herself until she weeps Tears, that perchance still glisten in the morn: -- And as I mused, in dull imaginings, There came a flash of garments, and I knew The awful Muse by her harmonious wings Charming the air to music as she flew -- Anon there rose an echo through the vale Gave back Endymion in a dreamlike tale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOSQUITO by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 63 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE HEART OF A WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INSCRIPTIONS: 8 by MARK AKENSIDE BEHIND TIME by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |