FAIRY-LAND. DIM vales—and shadowy floods Huge moons there wax and wane 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, - o'er the sea. While its wide circumference And then, how deep!-O, deep! In the morning they arise, TO HELEN. HELEN, thy beauty is to me On desperate seas long wont to roam, Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche |