Calendar: 1850-1851 Page 358

354 THE SCHOOL Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed And yet anon repairs his drooping head And tricks his beams and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky So Lycidas sunk low but mounted high Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves Where other groves and other streams along With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love Turn into Greek Iambics- At sight of him the people with shout Rifted the air clamouring their god with praise Who had made their dreadful enemy their thrall He patient but undaunted where they led him Came to the place and what was set before him Which without help of eye might be assay'd To heave pull draw or break he still perform'd All with incredible stupendous force None daring to appear antagonist At length for intermission sake they led him Between the pillars he his guide requested For so from such as nearer stood we heard As over-tired to let him lean awhile With both his arms on those two massy pillars That to the arched roof gave main support Turn into Latin Elegiacs- The sheep are on the slopes around The cattle in the meadows feed And labourers turn the crumbling ground Or drop the yellow seed And prancing steeds in trappings gay Whirl the bright chariot o'er the way Methinks it were nobler sight To see these vales in woods array'd Their summits in the golden light Their trunks in grateful shade