Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DELPHI, by AUBREY DE VERE First Line: I have seen delphi: I no more shall see it Last Line: "beheld; and chose it for his earthly shrine!" Subject(s): Delphi; Castri | ||||||||
I HAVE seen Delphi: I no more shall see it: I go contented, having seen it once; Yet here awhile remain, prisoner well-pleased Of reboant winds. Within this mountain cove Their sound alone finds entrance. Lightly the waves, Rolled from the outer to the inner bay, Dance in blue silver o'er the silver sands; While, like a chain-bound antelope by some child Mocked oft with tempting hand and fruit upheld, Our quick caique vaults up among the reeds, The ripples that plunge past it upward sending O'er the gray margin matted with sea-pink Ripplings of light. The moon is veiled; a mile Below the mountain's eastern range it hangs: You gleam is but its reflex, from white clouds Scattered along Parnassian peaks of snow. I see but waves and snows. Memory alone Fruition hath of what this morn was mine: O'er many a beauteous scene at once she broods, And feeds on joys without confusion blent Like mingling sounds or odors. Now she rests On that serene expanse (the confluence Of three long vales) in sweetness upward heaved, Ample and rich as Juno's breast what time The Thunderer's breath in sleep moves over it: Bathes in those runnels now, that raced in light This morn as at some festival of streams, Through arbutus and ilex, wafting each Upon its glassy track a several breeze, Each with its tale of joy or playful sadness. Fair nymphs, by great Apollo's fall untouched! Sing, sing forever! When did golden Phoebus Look sad one moment for a fair nymph's fall? A still, black glen; below, a stream-like copse Of hoary olives; rocks like walls beside, Never by Centaur trod, though these fresh gales Give man the Centaur's strength. Again I mount, From cliff to cliff, from height to height ascend; Glitters Castalia's Fount; I see, I touch it! That rift once more I reach, the oracular seat, Whose arching rocks half meet in air suspense; 'Twixt them is one blue streak of heaven; hard by Dim temples hollowed in the stone, for rites Mysterious shaped, or mansions of the dead: Released, I turn, and see, far, far below, A vale so rich in floral garniture, And perfume from the orange and the sea, So girt with white peaks flashing from sky chasms, So lighted with the vast blue dome of heaven, So lulled with music from the winds and waves, The guest of Phoebus claps his hands and shouts, "There is but one such spot; from heaven Apollo Beheld; and chose it for his earthly shrine!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEK SONG: 1. THE STORM OF DELPHI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE CHARIOTEER OF DELPHI by JAMES INGRAM MERRILL THE VIEW FROM CASTRI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS DELPHI by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE TOMB OF LAIUS by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES DELPHI HUMORESQUE by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY FROM DELPHI TO CAMDEN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE DELPHIAN CHILD by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |
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