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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
Callicles’ Song (from Empedocles on Etna, Act ii)
By Matthew Arnold (1822–1888)
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THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts,
Thick breaks the red flame;
All Etna heaves fiercely
Her forest-clothed frame.
Not here, O Apollo!        5
Are haunts meet for thee.
But, where Helicon breaks down
In cliff to the sea,
Where the moon-silver’d inlets
Send far their light voice        10
Up the still vale of Thisbe,
O speed, and rejoice!
On the sward at the cliff-top
Lie strewn the white flocks,
On the cliff-side the pigeons        15
Roost deep in the rocks.
In the moonlight the shepherds,
Soft lull’d by the rills,
Lie wrapt in their blankets
Asleep on the hills.        20
—What forms are these coming
So white through the gloom?
What garments out-glistening
The gold-flower’d broom?
What sweet-breathing presence        25
Out-perfumes the thyme?
What voices enrapture
The night’s balmy prime?—
’Tis Apollo comes leading
His choir, the Nine.        30
—The leader is fairest,
But all are divine.
They are lost in the hollows!
They stream up again!
What seeks on this mountain        35
The glorified train?—
They bathe on this mountain,
In the spring by their road;
Then on to Olympus,
Their endless abode.        40
—Whose praise do they mention?
pf what is it told?—
What will be for ever;
What was from of old.
First hymn they the Father        45
Of all things; and then,
The rest of immortals,
The action of men.
The day in his hotness
The strife with the palm;        50
The night in her silence,
The stars in their calm.

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