Gustav Holst - Ode on a Grecian Urn lyrics

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness
Thou foster child of silence and slow time
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunts
About thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are
These? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter therefore, ye soft pipes, play on
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees
Thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss
Though winning near the goal yet
Do not grieve she cannot fade
Though thou hast not thy bliss
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu
And, happy melodist, unwearied
For ever piping songs for ever new
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd
For ever panting, and for ever young
All breathing human passion far above
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies
And all her silken flanks
With garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought
With forest branches and the trodden weed
Thou, silent form
Dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man
To whom thou say'st
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty, -that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know"