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Genius Loci
PEACE, Shepherd, peace! What boots it singing
on?
Since long ago grace-giving Phoebus died,
And all the
train that loved the stream-bright side
Of the poetic mount with him are
gone
Beyond the shores of Styx and Acheron,
In unexplored realms of
night to hide.
The clouds that strew their shadows far and wide
Are
all of Heaven that visits Helicon.
Yet here, where never muse or god did
haunt,
Still may some nameless power of Nature stray,
Pleased with
the reedy stream's continual chant
And purple pomp of these broad
fields in May.
The shepherds meet him where he herds the kine,
And
careless pass him by whose is the gift divine.
From: Quiller-Couch, Arthur.
The Oxford Book of Verse. (1900)
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
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