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Song of the Indian Maid, from 'Endymion'

1795-1821


O SORROW!
         Why dost borrow
         The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?--
         To give maiden blushes
         To the white rose bushes?
         Or is it thy dewy hand the daisy tips?

         O Sorrow!
         Why dost borrow
         The lustrous passion from a falcon-eye?--
         To give the glow-worm light?
         Or, on a moonless night,
         To tinge, on siren shores, the salt sea-spry?

         O Sorrow!
         Why dost borrow
         The mellow ditties from a mourning tongue?--
         To give at evening pale
         Unto the nightingale,
         That thou mayst listen the cold dews among?

         O Sorrow!
         Why dost borrow
         Heart's lightness from the merriment of May?--
         A lover would not tread
         A cowslip on the head,
         Though he should dance from eve till peep of day--
         Nor any drooping flower
         Held sacred for thy bower,
         Wherever he may sport himself and play.

         To Sorrow
         I bade good morrow,
         And thought to leave her far away behind;
         But cheerly, cheerly,
         She loves me dearly;
         She is so constant to me, and so kind:
         I would deceive her
         And so leave her,
         But ah! she is so constant and so kind.

Beneath my palm-trees, by the river side,
I sat a-weeping: in the whole world wide
There was no one to ask me why I wept,--
         And so I kept
Brimming the water-lily cups with tears
         Cold as my fears.

Beneath my palm-trees, by the river side,
I sat a-weeping: what enamour'd bride,
Cheated by shadowy wooer from the clouds,
         But hides and shrouds
Beneath dark palm-trees by a river side?

And as I sat, over the light blue hills
There came a noise of revellers: the rills
Into the wide stream came of purple hue--
         'Twas Bacchus and his crew!
The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills
From kissing cymbals made a merry din--
         'Twas Bacchus and his kin!
Like to a moving vintage down they came,
Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame;
All madly dancing through the pleasant valley,
         To scare thee, Melancholy!
O then, O then, thou wast a simple name!
And I forgot thee, as the berried holly
By shepherds is forgotten, when in June
Tall chestnuts keep away the sun and moon:--
         I rush'd into the folly!

Within his car, aloft, young Bacchus stood,
Trifling his ivy-dart, in dancing mood,
         With sidelong laughing;
And little rills of crimson wine imbrued
His plump white arms and shoulders, enough white
         For Venus' pearly bite;
And near him rode Silenus on his ass,
Pelted with flowers as he on did pass
         Tipsily quaffing.

'Whence came ye, merry Damsels! whence came ye,
So many, and so many, and such glee?
Why have ye left your bowers desolate,
         Your lutes, and gentler fate?'--
'We follow Bacchus! Bacchus on the wing,
         A-conquering!
Bacchus, young Bacchus! good or ill betide,
We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide:--
Come hither, lady fair, and joined be
         To our wild minstrelsy!'

'Whence came ye, jolly Satyrs! whence came ye,
So many, and so many, and such glee?
Why have ye left your forest haunts, why left
         Your nuts in oak-tree cleft?'--
'For wine, for wine we left our kernel tree;
For wine we left our heath, and yellow brooms,
         And cold mushrooms;
For wine we follow Bacchus through the earth;
Great god of breathless cups and chirping mirth!
Come hither, lady fair, and joined be
         To our mad minstrelsy!'

Over wide streams and mountains great we went,
And, save when Bacchus kept his ivy tent,
Onward the tiger and the leopard pants,
         With Asian elephants:
Onward these myriads--with song and dance,
With zebras striped, and sleek Arabians' prance,
Web-footed alligators, crocodiles,
Bearing upon their scaly backs, in files,
Plump infant laughers mimicking the coil
Of seamen, and stout galley-rowers' toil:
With toying oars and silken sails they glide,
         Nor care for wind and tide.

Mounted on panthers' furs and lions' manes,
From rear to van they scour about the plains;
A three days' journey in a moment done;
And always, at the rising of the sun,
About the wilds they hunt with spear and horn,
         On spleenful unicorn.

I saw Osirian Egypt kneel adown
         Before the vine-wreath crown!
I saw parch'd Abyssinia rouse and sing
         To the silver cymbals' ring!
I saw the whelming vintage hotly pierce
         Old Tartary the fierce!
The kings of Ind their jewel-sceptres vail,
And from their treasures scatter pearled hail;
Great Brahma from his mystic heaven groans,
         And all his priesthood moans,
Before young Bacchus' eye-wink turning pale.
Into these regions came I, following him,
Sick-hearted, weary--so I took a whim
To stray away into these forests drear,
         Alone, without a peer:
And I have told thee all thou mayest hear.

         Young Stranger!
         I've been a ranger
In search of pleasure throughout every clime;
         Alas! 'tis not for me!
         Bewitch'd I sure must be,
To lose in grieving all my maiden prime.

         Come then, Sorrow,
         Sweetest Sorrow!
Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast:
         I thought to leave thee,
         And deceive thee,
But now of all the world I love thee best.

         There is not one,
         No, no, not one
But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid;
         Thou art her mother,
         And her brother,
Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.


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