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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time Sylvan historian who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape 5 Of deities or mortals or of both In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? 10 Heard melodies are sweet but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore ye soft pipes play on; Not to the sensual ear but more endear'd Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth beneath the trees thou canst not leave 15 Thy song nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover never never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal¡ªyet do not grieve; She cannot fade though thou hast not thy bliss For ever wilt thou love and she be fair! 20 Ah happy happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And happy melodist unweari¨¨d For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy happy love! 25 For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd For ever panting and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd A burning forehead and a parching tongue. 30 Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar O mysterious priest Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea-shore 35 Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel Is emptied of its folk this pious morn? And little town thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate can e'er return. 40 O Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou silent form! dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! 45 When old age shall this generation waste Thou shalt remain in midst of other woe Than ours a friend to man to whom thou say'st 'Beauty is truth truth beauty ¡ªthat is all Ye know on earth and all ye need to know.' 50
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