Fairy-Land

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

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