'Let me be young,' the Latmian shepherd prayed, <br />'And let me have on night-time hills long sleep;' <br />Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven's crowne`d maid, <br />And gave his youth and dreams her love to keep. <br /> <br />What news comrade upon the mountain top <br />From the courts of the sun? What news from the skies <br />When great Orion strides the open night, <br />Heaven's Hunter' hath he told you of Heaven's <br />Forests and the quarry of the Gods? They do <br />Not speare their pray I warrant you. Skillful <br />nd merciless. . Saw you young Cynthia threading her <br />Silver way among the stars and when she yearned o'er him, <br />The sleeping shepherd on the hills, caught you <br />Her breath of love? The winds have passed <br />You in the night, what have they told you of the <br />Illimitable? - Hath your soul followed thence and gone <br />beyond the [two undeciphered words] of their journey <br />envisaged the Ultimate - <br />Now doth blue kirtled night relume the stars <br />Bidding them light my dear love on his way, <br />And for his coming takes all tender cares <br />That he shall find the night more sweet than day.<br /><br />Adelaide Crapsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/endymion-4/
