...works of Moschus and probably the work of a pupil of Bion), the same sympathy comes forth from nature. Cry me waly upon him, you glades of the woods, and...and delightful Bion. Lament you now, good orchards; gently groves, make you your moan; be your breathing clusters, ye flowers, dishevelled for grief. Pray...

...terrain of an impossible, indeed mythic agency standing in for or in advance of remembrance itself: "Cry me waly upon him, you glades of the woods, and...your moan; be your breathing clusters, ye flowers, disheveled for grief" (Moschus, "The Lament for Bion," 1-5). Milton and Shelley place themselves directly...