DREAMLAND. By a route obscure and lonely, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, I have reached these lands but newly From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Bottomless vales and boundless floods, And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods, For the dews that drip all over; Mountains toppling evermore Into seas without a shore; Seas that restlessly aspire, Surging, unto skies of fire; Their still waters-still and chilly By the lakes that thus outspread Their sad waters, sad and chilly Where dwell the Ghouls,- For the heart whose woes are legion By a route obscure and lonely, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, TO ZANTE. FAIR isle, that from the fairest of all flowers, At sight of thee and thine at once awake! No more—no more upon thy verdant slopes' Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no more-→ Thy memory no more! Accursed ground Henceforth I hold thy flower-enamelled shore, Ɔ hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante! Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride— Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride. Ah, less-less bright The stars of the night Than the eyes of the radiant girl! And never a flake That the vapour can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl, Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curlCan compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl. Now Doubt-now Pain Come never again, For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines, bright and strong, Astarté within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye. |