THE HAUNTED PALACE. I. In the greenest of our valleys Never seraph spread a pinion II. Banners-yellow, glorious, golden On its roof did float and flow And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A wingéd odour went away. III. Wanderers in that happy valley, Through two luminous windows, saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tunéd law, Round about a throne where, sitting (Porphyrogene!) In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen. IV. And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king. V. But evil things, in robes of sorrow, (Ah, let us mourn !—for never morrow Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. VI. And travellers, now, within that valley, While, like a ghastly rapid river, A hideous throng rush out for ever, TO F S S. O-D. THOU would'st be loved?- then let thy heart What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle D With a crystalline delight; In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. II. Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! how it tells Of the rapture that impels |