The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, by Thomas Hood


Written in Keats’ “Endymion.”

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 hush’d 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 Enydmion in a dreamlike tale.

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