The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe. Эдгар Аллан По

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      Fairyland

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      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 any thing—

       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 thing!)

       Have brought a specimen

       Upon their quivering wings.