05.05.2009, 18:39
ORIGIN OF NEW LANGUAGES.
From the bright paths of Time-beloved Aurore,
Changeful as hers, a Sybil's voice proceeds;
And poets hear it, where the lizard feeds,
On some old hill-top ruin, proud and hoar.
They hear, and ask not where she hath been before,
New rising with the trumpet-summoned steeds ;
But each her sweet prophetic utterance heeds,
And to himself repeats it, o'er and o'er.
Bird of the morning, rhythmical wild lark,
That to thy song dost beat thine airy wings,
And lookest then in silence to the sun;
Whose deep ordained music thou dost mark,
High in the heavens, of thine own the springs;
So was on earth another speech begun.
From the bright paths of Time-beloved Aurore,
Changeful as hers, a Sybil's voice proceeds;
And poets hear it, where the lizard feeds,
On some old hill-top ruin, proud and hoar.
They hear, and ask not where she hath been before,
New rising with the trumpet-summoned steeds ;
But each her sweet prophetic utterance heeds,
And to himself repeats it, o'er and o'er.
Bird of the morning, rhythmical wild lark,
That to thy song dost beat thine airy wings,
And lookest then in silence to the sun;
Whose deep ordained music thou dost mark,
High in the heavens, of thine own the springs;
So was on earth another speech begun.