I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink br Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains br From cloudy steeps; and I grew sad to think br Endymion's foot was silent on those mountains. br And he but a hush'd name, that Silence keeps br In dear remembrance,—lonely, and forlorn, br Singing it to herself until she weeps br Tears, that perchance still glisten in the morn:— br And as I mused, in dull imaginings, br There came a flash of garments, and I knew br The awful Muse by her harmonious wings br Charming the air to music as she flew— br Anon there rose an echo through the vale br Gave back Enydmion in a dreamlike tale.