38 THE EVENING HYMN OF THE HOURS. 



Egyptian more closely with respect to his accusation of Glaiicus, 

 or whether she should wait till, without citing the authority, 

 she should insinuate to Glaucus the accusation itself, she took 

 her way to the gloomy mansion of Arbaces. 



From " TTie last days of Pompeii." 



THE EVENING HYMN OF ^THE HOURS. 



Through the summer day, through the weary day. 



We have glided long ; 

 Ere we speed to the Night through her portals grey, 

 Hail us with song ! — 

 With song, with song. 

 With a bright and joyous song — 

 Such as the Cretan maid, 



While the twilight made her bolder, 

 Woke, high through the ivy shade. 



When the wine-god first consoled her. 

 From the hush'd, low-breathing skies, 

 Half-shut, look'd their starry eyes, 

 And all around, 

 With a loving sound. 

 The iEgean waves were creeping : 

 On her lap lay the lynxes head ; 

 Wild thyme was her bridal bed ; 

 And aye through each tiny space. 

 In the green vine*s green embrace, 

 The Fauns were slyly peeping : — 

 The Fauns, the prying Fauns, 

 The arch, the laughing Fauns — 

 The Fauns were slyly peeping ! 



Flagging and faint are we 



With our ceaseless flight, 

 And dull shall our journey be 

 Through the Realm of Night. 

 Bathe us, O bathe our weary wings 

 In the purple wave, as it freshly springs 

 To your cups from the fount of light — 

 From the fount of light — from the fount of light, 

 For there, when the sun has gone down in night, 



