Edgar Allan Poe: Fairy Land
Sit down beside me, Isabel,
Here, dearest, where the moonbeam fell
Just now so fairy-like and well.
Now thou art dress’d for paradise!
I am star-stricken with thine eyes!
My soul is lolling on thy sighs!
Thy hair is lifted by the moon
Like flowers by the low breath of June!
Sit down, sit down â€” how came we here?
Or is it all but a dream, my dear?
You know that most enormous flower â€”
That rose â€” that what d’ye call it â€” that hung
Up like a dog-star in this bower â€”
To-day (the wind blew, and) it swung
So impudently in my face,
So like a thing alive you know,
I tore it from its pride of place
And shook it into pieces â€” so
Be all ingratitude requited.
The winds ran off with it delighted,
And, thro‘ the opening left, as soon
As she threw off her cloak, yon moon
Has sent a ray down with a tune.
And this ray is a fairy ray â€”
Did you not say so, Isabel?
How fantastically it fell
With a spiral twist and a swell,
And over the wet grass rippled away
With a tinkling like a bell!
In my own country all the way
We can discover a moon ray
Which thro‘ some tatter’d curtain pries
Into the darkness of a room,
Is by (the very source of gloom)
The motes, and dust, and flies,
On which it trembles and lies
Like joy upon sorrow!
O, when will come the morrow?
Isabel ! do you not fear
The night and the wonders here?
Dim vales ! and shadowy floods !
And cloudy-looking woods
Whose forms we can’t discover
For the tears that drip all over !
Huge moons â€” see! wax and wane
Again â€” again â€” again â€”
Every moment of the night â€”
Forever changing places!
How they put out the starlight
With the breath from their pale faces!
Lo! one is coming down
With its centre on the crown
Of a mountain’s eminence!
Down â€” still down â€” and down â€”
Now deep shall be â€” O deep!
The passion of our sleep!
For that wide circumference
In easy drapery falls
Drowsily over halls â€”
Over ruin’d walls â€”
O’re the strange woods â€” o’er the sea â€”
Alas! over the sea!