Fair flowers, bright waterfalls, and angel wings, And sound alone that from the spirit sprang Bore burden to the charm the maiden sang: streamer, Or tufted wild spray, That keeps from the dreamer The moonbeam away :- With half-closing eyes, On the stars which your wonder Come down to your brow Who calls on you now,- 1 In Scripture is this passage: "The sun shall not harm thee by day, nor the moon by night." It is perhaps not generally known that the moon, in Egypt, has the effect of producing blindness to those who sleep with the face exposed to its rays, to which circumstance the passage evidently alludes. To duty beseeming These star-litten hours, And shake from your tresses The breath of those kisses It would weigh down your flight; Oh, leave them apart! They are light on the tresses, But lead on the heart. Ligeia! Ligeia! My beautiful one! Whose harshest idea Will to melody run, Oh, is it thy will On the breezes to toss ? Or, capriciously still Like the lone albatross.1 Incumbent on night (As she on the air) To keep watch with delight 1 The albatross is said to sleep on the wing. 'Ligeia! wherever Thy image may be, Thy music from thee. Which thy vigilance keep— Which leaps down to the flower, In the rhythm of the shower— Beneath the moon-ray, In its dream of deep rest, At the many star-isles That enjewel its breast,— 1 I met with this idea in an old English tale, which I am now unable to obtain, and quote from memory: "The verie essence, and, as it were, springe-heade and origine of all musiche is the verie pleasaunte sounde which the trees of the forest do make when they growe." Some have left the cool glade, and Arouse them, my maiden, They slumber'd to hear, For what can awaken An angel so soon, Which lull'd him to rest?" Spirits in wing, and angels to the view, A thousand seraphs burst th' Young dreams still hovering 1 The wild bee will not sleep in the shade if there be moonlight. The rhyme in this verse, as in one about sixty lines before, has an appearance of affectation. It is, however, imitated from Sir Walter Scott, or rather from Claud Halcro,in whose mouth I admired its effect "Oh, were there an island, Though ever so wild, Where woman might smile, and |