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Her cheeks were flushing, and her lips apart;
And zone that clung around her gentle waist
Had burst beneath the heaving of her heart.
Within the centre of that hall to breathe
She paus'd and panted, Zanthe! all beneath,
The fairy light that kiss'd her golden hair
And long'd to rest, yet could but sparkle there!
***Young flowers were whispering in melody
To happy flowers that night--and tree to tree;
Fountains were gushing music as they fell
In many a star-lit grove, or moon-lit dell;
Yet silence came upon material things--
Fair flowers, bright waterfalls and angel wings--
And sound alone that from the spirit sprang
Bore burthen to the charm the maiden sang:
*
*
Eyraco--Chaldea.
* I have often thought I could distinctly hear the sound of
the darkness as it stole over the horizon.
*
** Fairies use flowers for their charactery.--Merry Wives
of Windsor. [William Shakespeare]
"'Neath blue-bell or streamer--
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