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thrice welcome to this shady green, Our long-wished Cynthia, the forest's queen! The trees begin to bud, the glad birds sing In winter, changed by her into the spring. We know no night, Perpetual light Dawns from your eye: You being near, We cannot fear, Though death stood by. Areosoles Shoes Croc Sandals Luchesse Boots From you our swords take edge, our hearts grow bold; From you in fee their lives your liegemen hold. These groves your kingdom, and our laws your will; Smile, and we spare; but if you frown, we kill. Bless then the hour That gives the power In which you may, At bed and board, Embrace your lord Both night and day. Welcome, thrice welcome to this shady green, Our long-wished Cynthia, the forest's queen! a certain god Who slipped down from a remote height To a place of pools and stars. And I sat invisible Amid a clump of trees To watch the mad men. There were cries and groans about me, Figures passed by with self-absorbed contempt Wrinkling in bitter smiles about their lips. Others hurried on with set eyes Pursuing something. Then I said this is the place for mad Frederick-- Mad Frederick will be here. But everywhere I could see Figures sitting or standing By little pools. Some seemed grown into the soil And were helpless. And of these some were asleep. Others laughed the laughter That comes from dying men Trying to face Death. And others said "I should be content." And others said "I will fly." Whereupon sepulchral voices muttered, As of creatures sitting or hanging head down From limbs of the trees, "We will not let you." And others looked in their pools And clasped hands and said "Gone--all gone." Some of youth, some of age. They had given up the fight, They had drunk poisoned water, They had searched Until they fell-- All had gone mad. |