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ENDYMION AND A PORTRAIT OF KEATS. 
ence could be detected. But tliose wlio 
once learn a new bird will be surprised 
to find that, like a newly learned word, 
it will afterward be met witli at almost 
every step, and they will then wonder 
how they could ever have been so blind 
as to have missed such a remarkably con¬ 
spicuous feature of the landscaj^e, or so 
deaf as not to have heard such a prom¬ 
inent voice in the choir of natural 
sounds that greet them on a sjDiing 
morning'. 
The White-breasted or Wood-swallow. - 
ENDYMION AND A PORTRAIT OF KEATS. 
By Edith M. Thomas. 
Whether, uphfting slow his dreamful head. 
He leaves a couch the fragrant pine has strown. 
Whether the dim, enchanted woods have known 
The sleeper’s unimperilled velvet tread; 
Or whether, through some winding cavern led. 
That like the shell rings drear with ocean’s moan. 
He wanders till the sea, wide, bright, and lone. 
Beneath his visionary eye is sjDread— 
Whether awake, or still by slumber bound. 
Behold that shepherd with a world foregone, 
To hoard the white rays of a mystic Dawn, 
A listener to aerial silver sound. 
With subtle moonlight smile devote, withdrawn ! 
Behold Endymion whom a Love unknown hath crowned I 
