GREEK SOURCES OF SHELLEY^S xVDONAIS 315 



Her mighty youth with morning, doth complain, 

 Soaring and screaming round her empty nest, 

 As Albion wails for thee : * * * 



cf. Moschus, 37-45. 



Not so much did the dolphin mourn by the shores of the sea, 

 nor ever so sang the nightingale amid the cliffs ; not so much 

 mourned the swallow along the far stretching ranges of the hills, nor 

 with such sorrow did the halcyon cry nor the sea bird sing, amid the 

 grey-green waves ; not so much did the bird of Memnon in the dells 

 of dawn bewail the son of Morning, fluttering about his tomb, as 

 they lamented the death of Bion.^^) 



Stanzas XVIII-XXI. 



Ah, woe is me ! Winter is come and gone, 



But grief returns with the revolving year; 



The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; 



The ants, the bees, the swallows, reappear; 



Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Season's bier; 



Tiie amorous birds now pair in every brake. 



And build their mossy homes in field and brere; 



And the green lizard and the golden snake, 



Like unimprisoned flames, out of their trance awake. 



Through wood and stream and field and hill and Ocean, 

 A quickening life from the Earth's heart has burst. 

 As it has ever done, with change and motion, 

 From the great morning of the world when first 



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