Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HOMERIC HYMN: THE THE DELIAN APOLLO, by ANONYMOUS First Line: I shall remember - how can I forget? Last Line: "god of the silver bow, whom leto bare - / leto, the lovely-tress'd" Subject(s): Mythology - Classical | ||||||||
I I SHALL rememberhow can I forget? Apollo, the great Archer, as he strode First adown Zeus's hall, and all asweat Upstarted every god With terror of that bowstring taut and shining. Leto alone, divining, Stood by the Thunderer, calm. The gear she took From the lad's shoulder, all the sling undid, Let slack the cord, shut down the quiver's lid, Hung bow and quiver on one golden hook Against a pillar of his father's house: Then to the high throne led him up. And Zeus his father, tendering a cup Of nectar, heavenly juice, Bade his son welcome and the gods carouse. So the Immortals sat them down again And noisy pledged the twain Father and son, with LetoLeto fain Sith she had borne this archer-child to Zeus. II How shall I praise him fully or aright, To whom all fields of song allotted are? Of whom the mainland pastures breathe delight To isle on isle afar? Whose is the upland, whose the crag above, Towering, whose is the stream cascading down To wed the sea in any tidal cove That holds a steep-to beach, a tiny fishing town? III Shall I recount how Leto bare thee, first, Charmer of souls?there as she fell forspent On Cythnus, on the side of Delos rent This way and that way, as the loud wind went And from the continent Captain'd the black wave on the cliff to burst. IV There was thy birth: yet thou art lord of all The isles, and all the folk their surges bound, Or whom the gate and wall Of mainland cities tall. Crete, Athens or Eubœa, most renown'd For ships, Ægina small. And Peparethus, sea-wash'd roods of ground: Ægae, Eiresiae, Pelion's ragged peak, Athos of Thrace and Samos Thracian eke, Syros, PhocaeaIda shadowy With pine forestclear-cut Autocané, Fair-stablished Imbros, Lemnos bleak, Where for landing's far to seek; Æalian Lesbos, royal throne Once of Macàr; my Chios, brightest blest, Hesperid in Ocean's nest: Or craggy Mimas, sheer-brow'd Corycus, Claros the clear, Æsagra sharp of crest, Samos, the isle of waters; mountainous Foreland of Mycalé; Miletus; Cos, Town of the Meropes; the summit stiff Of Cnidos; Carpathos, Torn by the winds across; Naxos, or Paros; or Rhenaea, nought but cliff. V All these did holy Leto voyage o'er With Lord Apollo heavy in her womb, If peradventure town of them or shore Would give her shelter and a midwife room For the great birth she bore. But isle and city shook a-dread not dared To welcome Him, not ev'n the wealthiest; Until despair her brought To Delos, and she lighted and besought, And thus her prayer address'd: VI 'Delos! Wilt thou be nursery to my son Phoebus Apollo, and let raise a shrine? None other god will ever choose theenone Nor honour thee: nor e'er, methinks, shall thine Be native wealth of cornland, herds of kine, Or flocks of sheep: But if thou keep Holy the holy of Apollo's birth, Hither shall come Men from the ends of earth, With fat of hecatomb And alien incense to enrich thy dearth, That hast no harvest of thine own to reap!' VII So the heart leapt of Delos to her prayer. 'LetoPrincess Daughter of Coruswelcome! ay, and leve! Welcome would I this Archer-child receive In my poor wilderness: For verily a sorry name I bear, And this perchance might lift me rivalless Among the nations wide. But there has come a whisper in the air I fear and will not hide, This son of thine shall be fulfilled with pride. Lord President, Claiming first-fruit even of the Immortals' corn, Let be the tilth of men weary and bent Growing their acres. Dearly I'd repent Then, when he, taking into eyes new-born, Sunlight and sense of my so barren isle, In discontent And sudden infant scorn, Spurned me so deep in seaso near a mile That over me for ever should the strong Wave washand over me his heel should pass To blither temples leafier groves among: And I should lie, alas! Plunged by that heel, A nest for the sea-urchin, and the seal Dive thro' my caverns free, because There man no longer was... Yet, an thou willest give me oath, Divine, That I be first for men Apollo's shrine, And last to abide His oracle, so be it! I am thine And his, whose honour certes shall be wide.' VIII Then Leto, answering, sware the gods' great oath. 'Earth and wide Heaven above, hear ye my troth, And Styx that everlasting runs below, Bind ye the most dread vow a god can owe. I charge me that Apollo's altar stand Here, and a fragrant garth, and that, for both, Delos have honour over every land.' IX Thus sworn, the oath was act. And Delos seal'd the pact, And, for Apollo, blithely her received. But Leto joyed not: for her loins were rack'd Nine nights and daysher body heaved In desperate pangstill, summoned by her groaning, Dione came, Rhea, Ichnaea; Themis closed her claim, Grey Amphitrité left her caverns moaning, And goddesses innumerous to name Ring'd Leto round. Natheless, no urgent call Of one and all Could pass where Hera sat, her white arms folding Sullen, in Zeus's hall, To her who hath the binding and the holding Of birth, to Eilithyia, god's and man's Great midwifeher, by Hera's jealous plans Held in a golden cloud. No cry, howe'er so loud Of Leto, torn and wild To bear her faultless child, Might pierce that magic wall. So Hera sat, nor stirr'd; And Eilithyia drowsed nor ever heard. X Then did the goddesses hot counsel hold, And call on Iris, from the isle to wing Afoot, and swiftly Eilithyia fetch: For guerdon promising A necklace all of amber strung on gold Nine cubits' stretch. But strictly was she told To take the Midwife privily apart From Hera, and confide The whispered word aside: Lest Hera, hard of heart, Should, after all, her ministration thwart. XI The which when Iris heard Wind-footed she, fleeter than any bird, On Heaven's floor Set her to run: and flew To where the immortal gods keep house above Olympus. Eilithyia forth she drew, Soft-tapping, to the door, And whisper'd her the word That might the Midwife's bowels of mercy move. 'Yea,' said the Midwife: and they two Set course for Delos. Side by side they clove The air, shy dove breasting by sister-dove. XII So Eilithyia levell'd o'er the surf Her way to Delos: and the labouring throes The longest, last, Took hold on Leto, and her arms she cast About a palm-tree, rocking to it close, Pressing her knees into the tender turf In agony to be eased. Wise Mother Earth Smiled flowers, and understoodtill of a pang, Sudden, forth sprang Phoebus Apollo to the light! and those, Beholding, raised the jubilant Song of Birth, Queen upon queen lifting her voice! Yea, then Queen upon queen did all with busy hands Let lift and bathe thee, baby-joy of men, In water pure, and swathe in swaddling bands, White, delicate of fold, And round thine infant girth Let bind a belt of gold. XIII Belted in gold, with sword of gold at hip, The babe knew not his mother's teat: 'Twas Themis handsell'd his immortal lip With provend meet Whereof the high immortals drink and eat. While Leto languid, glad, Thought only, he was hers, this lusty archer-lad. XIV But he, the Sun-God, did no sooner taste That food divine than every swaddling-band Burst strand by strand, And burst the belt above his panting waist All hanging loose About him as he stood and gave command: 'Fetch me my lyre, fetch me my curving bow! And, taught by these, shall know All men, through me, the unfaltering will of Zeus!' XV So spake the unshorn God, the Archer bold, And turn'd to tread the ways of Earth so wide: While they, all they, had marvel to behold How Delos broke in gold Beneath his feet, as on a mountain side Sudden, in Spring, a bush is glorified And canopied with blossom manifold. But he went swinging with a careless stride, Proud, in his new artillery bedight, Up rocky Cythnus, and the isles descried All his, and their inhabitantsfor wide, Wide as he roam'd, ran they in rivalry To build him temples in a many groves. And these be his, and all the isles he loves, And every foreland height, And every river hurrying to the sea. But chief in thee, Delos, as first it was, is his delight. XVI Where the long-robed Ionians, each with mate And children, pious to his altar throng, And, decent, celebrate His birth with boxing-match and dance and song: So that a stranger, happening them among, Would deem that these Ionians have no date, Being ageless all so met: And he should gaze And marvel at their ways, Health, wealth, the comely face On man and womanenvying their estate And yet You must be never able to forget. You maids of Delos, dear ones, as ye raise The hymn to Phoebus, Leto, Artemis, In triune praise, Then slide your song back upon ancient days And men whose very name forgotten is, And women who have lived and gone their ways. And make them live agen, Charming the tribes of men, Whose dialects with pretty mimicries Ye mock, so true They almost woo The stranger to believe he's singing too! XVII Speed me, Apollo: speed me, Artemis! And you, my dears, farewell! Remember me Hereafter if from any land that is Some traveller question ye 'Maidens, who was the sweetest man of speech Fared hither, ever chanted on this beach?' I you beseech Make answer to him, civilly. XVIII 'Sir, he was just a blind man, and his home In rocky Chios. But his songs were best, And shall be ever in the days to come.' Say that: and as I quest In fair-wall'd cities far, I'll tell them there (They'll list, for 'twill be true) Of Delos and of you. But chief and evermore my song shall be Of Lord Apollo, Prince of archery, God of the Silver Bow, whom Leto bare Leto, the lovely-tress'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#11): 1. ABOUT THE DEAD MAN AND MEDUSA by MARVIN BELL THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#11): 2. 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