The life and works of William Cullen Bryant
And heard the eternal moaning of the tide
That cut him off from men his spirit died
Within him, and the bitter tears came fast. & quot;
Left alone on the hills, as Selkirk was on his island, there
was yet the resource of correspondence, and it was during
this absence that the letters probably passed which Mr. Arthur
Bryant recalls ; but with the return of spring, a year later,
borrowing from Virgil, who himself borrowed from Theocri
tus, he calls upon Galatea to come back from the sea-shore to
the hills :
& quot; Come, Galatea ! hath the unlovely main
A charm thy gentle gazes to detain ?
Spring dwells in beauty here ; her thousand flowers
The glad earth here about the river pours ;
Here o er the grotto s mouth the poplars play ;
Here the knit vines exclude the prying day.
Come, Galatea ! bless this calm retreat ;
Come, leave the maniack seas their bounds to beat. & quot;
Galatea must have come back, for we are informed :
& quot; The gales of June were breathing by,
The twilight s last faint rays were gleaming,
And midway in the moonless sky
The star of Jove was brightly beaming.
& quot; Where by the stream the birchen boughs
Dark o er the level marge were playing,
The maiden of my secret vows
I met, alone, and idly straying.
& quot; And since that hour for then my love
Consenting heard my passion pleaded
Full well she knows the star of Jove,
And loves the stream with beeches shaded. & quot;
A little later the outlooks are still favorable :