| “The Return to Nature” |
Histories of Modern Poetry |
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(I) Prometheus
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It was the south: mid-everything,
Mid-land, mid-summer, noon;
And deep within a limpid spring
The mirrored sun of June.
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Splendour in freshness! Ah, who stole
This sun, this fire, from heaven?
He holds it shining in his soul,
Prometheus the forgiven.
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(II) Thetis
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In her bright title poets dare
What the wild eye of fancy sees—
Similitude—the clear, the fair
Light mystery of images.
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Round the blue sea I love the best
The argent foam played, slender, fleet;
I saw—past Wordsworth and the rest—
Her natural, Greek, and silver feet.
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