Far in the depth of Ida’s inmost grove,
A scene for love and solitude design’d;
Where flowery woodbines wild, by Nature wove,
Form’d the lone bower, the royal swain reclined.
All up the craggy cliffs, that tower’d to heaven,
Green waved the murmuring pines on every side;
Save where, fair opening to the beam of even,
A dale sloped gradual to the valley wide.
Echo’d the vale with many a cheerful note;
The lowing of the herds resounding long,
The shrilling pipe, and mellow horn remote,
And social clamours of the festive throng.
For now, low hovering o’er the western main,
Where amber clouds begirt his dazzling throne,
The Sun with ruddier verdure deck’d the plain;
And lakes and streams and spires triumphal shone.
And many a band of ardent youths were seen;
Some into rapture fired by glory’s charms,
Or hurl’d the thundering car along the green,
Or march’d embattled on in glittering arms.
Others more mild, in happy leisure gay,
The darkening forest’s lonely gloom explore,
Or by Scamander’s flowery margin stray,
Or the blue Hellespont’s resounding shore.
But chief the eye to Ilion’s glories turn’d,
That gleam’d along the extended champaign far,
And bulwarks in terrific pomp adorn’d,
Where Peace sat smiling at the frowns of War.
Rich in the spoils of many a subject clime,
In pride luxurious blazed the imperial dome;
Tower’d ‘mid the encircling grove the fane sublime,
And dread memorials mark’d the hero’s tomb
Who from the black and bloody cavern led
The savage stern, and soothed his boisterous breast;
Who spoke, and Science rear’d her radiant head,
And brighten’d o’er the long benighted waste:
Or, greatly daring in his country’s cause,
Whose heaven-taught soul the awful plan design’d,
Whence Power stood trembling at the voice of laws;
Whence soar’d on Freedom’s wing the ethereal mind.
But not the pomp that royalty displays,
Nor all the imperial pride of lofty Troy,
Nor Virtue’s triumph of immortal praise
Could rouse the langour of the lingering boy.
Abandon’d all to soft Enone’s charms,
He to oblivion doom’d the listless day;
Inglorious lull’d in Love’s dissolving arms,
While flutes lascivious breathed the enfeebling lay.
To trim the ringlets of his scented hair:
To aim, insidious, Love’s bewitching glance;
Or cull fresh garlands for the gaudy fair,
Or wanton loose in the voluptuous dance:
These were his arts; these won Enone’s love,
Nor sought his fetter’d soul a nobler aim.
Ah, why should beauty’s smile those arts approve
Which taint with infamy the lover’s flame?
Now laid at large beside a murmuring spring,
Melting he listen’d to the vernal song,
And Echo, listening, waved her airy wing,
While the deep winding dales the lays prolong;
When, slowly floating down the azure skies,
A crimson cloud flash’d on his startled sight,
Whose skirts gay-sparkling with unnumber’d dyes
Launch’d the long billowy trails of flickery light.
That instant, hush’d was all the vocal grove,
Hush’d was the gale, and every ruder sound;
And strains a
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