Madison Cawein - The Dead Oread lyrics

Her heart is still and leaps no more With holy pa**ion when the breeze, Her whilom playmate, as before, Comes with the language of the bees, Sad songs her mountain ashes sing And hidden fountains' whispering. Her calm, white feet, erst fleet and fast As Daphne's when a Faun pursued, No more will dance like sunlight past The dim-green vistas of the wood, Where ev'ry quailing floweret Smiled into life where they were set. Hers were the limbs of living light Most beautiful and virginal, God-graceful and as godly white, And wild as beautiful withal, And hyacinthine curls that broke In color when a wind awoke. The wild aromas weird that haunt Moist bloomy dells and solitudes About her presence seemed to pant, The happy life of all her moods; Ambrosial smiles and amorous eyes Whose luster would a god surprise. Her grave be by a dripping rock, A mossy dingle of the hill, Remote from Bacchan*ls that mock, Wine-wild, the long, mad nights and still, Where no unhallowed Pan with lust May mar her melancholy dust.