Written in Keats’ “Endymion”
Sonnet I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains From cloudy steeps; and I grew sad to think Endymion's foot was silent on those mountains. And he but a hush'd name, that Silence keeps In dear remembrance,--lonely, and forlorn, Singing it to herself until she weeps Tears, that perchance still glisten in the morn:-- And as I mused, in dull imaginings, There came a flash of garments, and I knew The awful Muse by her harmonious wings Charming the air to music as she flew-- Anon there rose an echo through the vale Gave back Enydmion in a dreamlike tale.
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