Next this marble venomed seat, I touch with chaste palms moist and cold :- And I must haste, ere morning hour, To wait in Amphitritè's bow'r. Sabrina descends, and the Lady rises out of her seat Spirit. Virgin, daughter of Locrine, Sprung of old Anchises' line, May thy brimmèd waves for this Their full tribute never miss From a thousand petty rills, Come, Lady, while Heav'n lends us grace, Let us fly this cursed place, His wished presence; and beside The Scene changes, presenting Ludlow town and the SPIRIT'S SONG Back, Shepherds, back; enough your play; Here be, without duck or nod, Other trippings to be trod Of lighter toes, and such court guise As Mercury did first devise, With the mincing Dryades, On the lawns, and on the leas. This second song presents them to their Father Noble Lord, and Lady bright, Three fair branches of your own ; Their faith, their patience, and their truth, To triumph in victorious dance O'er sensual Folly and Intemperance. The dances ended, the Spirit epiloguizes Spirit. To the ocean now I fly, All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesp'rus, and his daughters three Waters the od’rous banks, that blow And from her fair unspotted side 1 Venus; so called because she was identified with the Assyrian Astarte. Two blissful twins are to be born, Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn. Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend; Mortals, that would follow me, Heav'n itself would stoop to her. After the production of "Comus" Milton's poetic powers subsided for a time, though he continued his studies with unabated enthusiasm. Not that he had by any means abandoned the thought of poetry as his true career. Far from it. The determination to devote himself to some great work which should make his name immortal was year by year growing upon him. But for the moment he did not feel himself ready."Hear me, Theoditus," he writes to Diodati, "but in your ear, lest I blush; and allow me for a little to speak big words to you. Do you ask me what I am thinking of? So may the good God help me, of Immortality. But what am I doing? I am pluming my wings and preparing to fly; but my Pegasus has not yet feathers enough to bear it aloft." What came of this now clearly conceived ambition we shall learn in the sequel. Meanwhile, as the same letter goes on to tell us, he was beginning to feel cramped and ill at ease at Horton. His mother had died a few months before-in April 1637-and perhaps her death had something to do with his newly awakened desire for change. In the country, as he had now come to realise, he was "buried in obscurity"; he needed a larger life and more varied companionship. For this reason, as he further informs his friend, he was planning to migrate to town, and to seek there a convenient lodging in “some inn of the lawyers," where the social surroundings would be more stimulating, and where at the same time he would find quietude, seclusion, and "a pleasant and shady walk" for his hours of meditation and exercise. This was written in September 1637, about a month, we may note in passing, after Ben Jonson had been laid to rest in the Poets' Corner in Westminster Abbey. Almost immediately after this, though the great flight of which he had spoken was not even attempted, a sad occasion inspired him suddenly and unexpectedly to further poetic effort. The poem which he now produced was a very different thing indeed from the mighty epic which he was already contemplating. But in the valuation of art we think little of mere bulk; and "Lycidas,” an elegy of under two hundred lines, is still one of the glories of English literature. Among Milton's chief companions at Christ's College had been a young man, some three years his junior, named Edward King. A youth of |