<h2><i><SPAN name="FAIRYLAND"></SPAN>FAIRY-LAND</i></h2>
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Dim vales—and shadowy floods—<br/>
And cloudy-looking woods,<br/>
Whose forms we can't discover<br/>
For the tears that drip all over<br/>
Huge moons there wax and wane—<br/>
Again—again—again—<br/>
Every moment of the night—<br/>
Forever changing places—<br/>
And they put out the star-light<br/>
With the breath from their pale faces.<br/>
About twelve by the moon-dial,<br/>
One more filmy than the rest<br/>
(A kind which, upon trial,<br/>
They have found to be the best)<br/>
Comes down—still down—and down,<br/>
With its centre on the crown<br/>
Of a mountain's eminence,<br/>
While its wide circumference<br/>
In easy drapery falls<br/>
Over hamlets, over halls,<br/>
Wherever they may be—<br/>
O'er the strange woods—o'er the sea—<br/>
Over spirits on the wing—<br/>
Over every drowsy thing—<br/>
And buries them up quite<br/>
In a labyrinth of light—<br/>
And then, how deep!—O, deep!<br/>
Is the passion of their sleep.<br/>
In the morning they arise,<br/>
And their moony covering<br/>
Is soaring in the skies,<br/>
With the tempests as they toss,<br/>
Like-almost anything—<br/>
Or a yellow Albatross.<br/>
They use that moon no more<br/>
For the same end as before—<br/>
Videlicet a tent—<br/>
Which I think extravagant:<br/>
Its atomies, however,<br/>
Into a shower dissever,<br/>
Of which those butterflies,<br/>
Of Earth, who seek the skies,<br/>
And so come down again<br/>
(Never-contented things!)<br/>
Have brought a specimen<br/>
Upon their quivering wings.<br/></p>
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<p class="caption">Fairy-land</p>
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