XXXIII
Reading edition
Never yet, love, in earth’s lifetime, Hath any cunningest minstrel Told the one seventh of wisdom, Ravishment, ecstasy, transport, Hid in the hue of the hyacinth’s 5 Purple in springtime.
Not in the lyre of Orpheus, Not in the songs of Musæus, Lurked the unfathomed bewitchment Wrought by the wind in the grasses, 10 Held by the rote of the sea-surf, In early summer.
Only to exquisite lovers, Fashioned for beauty’s fulfilment, Mated as rhythm to reed-stop 15 Whence the wild music is moulded, Ever appears the full measure Of the world’s wonder.