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SPIRIT INTERVIEWS.
I.
Fair as a lunar bow that queenly night,When loveliest around her starry brow
Twines, while the fairies dance in their delight,
Art thou, art thou.
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II.
Remote a sweet, enchanted region liesFrom this discordant world where mortals pine,
And my glad spirit thither nightly flies
To meet with thine.
III.
A magic stairway to a turret leads,Where we look forth on Beauty's chosen home;
Green lawns and lakelets edged with golden reeds,
And amber foam.
IV.
From a rich oriel window we commandA view more fair than ever gladdened seer,
And brighter far than Beulah's lovely land
To Christian dear.
V.
Crowned with resplendent battlements and towers,We see the hills of endless summer rise;
From base to summit carpeted with flowers
Of Iris dyes.
VI.
In pauses of our colloquy, unheardBy mortal ear, awake melodious bands,
As if the harps of Paradise were stirred
By countless hands.
VII.
In that weird realm two souls that throb as oneNeed not bethrothal ring, nor nuptial rite,
Their bridal robes by airy beings spun
Of bloom and light.
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VIII.
How dim the Greek's Elysium, with its bowers,Contrasted with love's Eden where I stroll,
With Caledonian Mary gathering flowers
Soul knit to soul!
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