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The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; / The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told! / The solemn grove uplifts its shield of gold / To the red rising moon, and loud and deep / The nightingale is singing from the steep; / It is midsummer, but the air is cold; / Can it be death? Alas, beside the fold / A shepherd's pipe lies shattered near his sheep. / Lo! in the moonlight gleams a marble white, / On which I read: "Here lieth one whose name / Was writ in water. " And was this the meed / Of his sweet singing? Rather let me write: / "The smoking flax before it burst to flame / Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed. "