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200 DRAMATIC ROMANCES AND LYRICS
Each sobbing head, while yet their hair they clipped
O'er the dead body of their withered prince,
And, in his palace, Theseus prostrated
On the cold hearth, his brow cold as the sl ab
'Twas bruised on, groaned away the heavy grief­
As the pyre fell, and down the cross logs crashed,
Sending a crowd of sparkles thro' the night,
And the gay fire, elate with m astery,
Towered like a serpent o'er th e clotted jars
Of wine, dissolving oils and frankincense,
And splendid gums, like gold,-my potency
Conveyed the perished man to my retreat
In the thrice venerable forest here.
And this white-bearded Sage who squeezes now
The berried plant, is Phoibos' son of fame,
Asclepios, whom my radiant brother taught
The doctrine of each herb and flower and root,
To know their secret'st virtue and express
The saving soul of all-who so has soothed
With lavers the torn brow and murdered cheeks,
Composed the hair and brought its gloss again,
And called the red bloom to the pale skin back,
And laid the strips and jagged ends of flesh
Even once more, and slacked the sinew's knot
Of every tortured limb-that now he lies
As if mere sleep possessed him underneath
These interwoven oaks and pines. Oh, cheer,
Divine presenter of the healing rod
Thy snake, with ardent throat and lulling eye,
Twines his lithe spires around I I say, much cheer I
Proceed thou with thy wisest pharmacies I
And ye, white crowd of woodland sisler-nymphs,
Ply, as the Sage directs, these buds and leaves
That strew the turf around the Twain I \VlJile I
Await, in fitting silence, the event.
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WARING
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WHAT'S become of Waring
Since he gave us all the slip,
Chose land-travel or seafaring,
Boots and chest, or staff and scrip,
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