“The Return to Nature”
Histories of Modern Poetry (I) PROMETHEUS It was the south: mid-everything, Mid-land, mid-summer, noon; And deep within a limpid spring The mirrored sun of June. Splendour in freshness! Ah, who stole This sun, this fire, from heaven? He holds it shining in his soul, Prometheus the forgiven. (II) THETIS In her bright title poets dare What the wild eye of fancy sees— Similitude—the clear, the fair Light mystery of images. Round the blue sea I love the best The argent foam played, slender, fleet; I saw—past Wordsworth and the rest— Her natural, Greek, and silver feet.
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