17 NOVEMBER 1883, Page 15

IX.—THE DREAM OF PERICLES.

I am called, so thou would'st know, Dian of the silver bow ; And, while slumber seals thine eyne, Bid thee list the voice divine : Seek out mine Ephesian shrine ; And, before mine altar set, When my maiden priests are met, Tell them all that happed to thee,— How Thaisa died at sea, Tell,—and leave the rest to me. Dream-like then thy woes shall seem ; So arise, and heed the dream !