Sir John Hanmer

Where thy fane, time-riven

"Why, then, you may leave a casement of the great chamber window open, and the moon may shine in at the casement. " -Midsummer Night's Dream Where thy fane, time-riven, Crowns the marble hill, And sailing up the heaven, Thy crescent decks it still; Though the Asian timbrel, And the bounding foot, And song, and Lesbian cymbal, That hailed thee once, be mute; A stranger of old days dreaming, Alone at midnight hour, When mystic stars are gleaming, Diana, hails thy power. What though the mighty mother Of all the gods denied To thee the gift another Had, and in virgin pride Bade thee spurn the myrtle, Chaste, and cold, and true, (Oh, in his nest the turtle Wreaths cypress branches too). Yet the shining river, And the waving tree, Fresh and fair for ever, Oh, gave she not to thee? Still amid the wild wood Let thy horn rebound, As in dreaming childhood I've heard its silver sound, Stealing far and faintly, O'er wakened wold and wave, While echo answered quaintly, From out her star-lit cave.