FAIRY-LAND. I. DIM vales-and shadowy floods - Whose forms we can't discover Every moment of the night— And they put out the star-light With the breath from their pale faces. About twelve by the moon-dial. One more filmy than the rest (A kind which, upon trial, They have found to be the best) Comes down. still down-and down With its centre on the crown Of a mountain's eminence, While its wide circumference O'er the strange woods—o'er the sea— Over spirits on the wing— Over every drowsy thing And buries them up quite With the tempests as they toss, They use that moon no more Videlicet a tent Which I think extravagant: Its atomies, however, Into a shower dissever, Of which those butterflies, Of Earth, who seek the skies, SONG. I. I saw thee on thy bridal day— The world all love before thee: II. And in thine eye a kindling light (Whatever it might be) Was all on Earth my aching sight Of Loveliness could see. III. That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame As such it well may pass― Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame In the breast of him, alas! IV. Who saw thee on that bridal day, When that deep blush would come o'er thee, Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee. TO M. L. S. I. Of all who hail thy presence as the morning- At thy soft-murmur'd words, "Let there be light!" In the seraphic glancing of thine eyes— And think that these weak lines are written by him- His spirit is communing with an angel's. TO HELEN. HELEN, thy beauty is to me On desperate seas long wont to roam, Lo in yon brilliant window-niche London:-Printed by G. BARCLAY, Castle St. Leicester Sq. |