FAIRY-LAND


Dim vales- and shadowy floods-

And cloudy-looking woods,

Whose forms we can’t discover

For the tears that drip all over!

 

Huge moons there wax and wane-

Again- again- again-

 

Every moment of the night-

Forever changing places-

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

In easy drapery falls

Over hamlets, over halls,

 

Wherever they may be-

O’er the strange woods- o’er the sea-

Over spirits on the wing-

Over every drowsy thing-

 

And buries them up quite

In a labyrinth of light-

And then, how deep!- O, deep!

Is the passion of their sleep.

 

In the morning they arise,

And their moony covering

Is soaring in the skies,

 

With the tempests as they toss,

Like- almost anything Or a yellow Albatross.

 

They use that moon no more

For the same end as before-

Videlicet, a tent-

Which I think extravagant:

Its atomies, however,

Into a shower dissever,

 

Of which those butterflies

Of Earth, who seek the skies,

And so come down again,

(Never-contented things!)

Have brought a specimen

Upon their quivering wings.

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