 | Areytos or songs and ballads of the South |  |
SONNET.—THIS FAERY VISION GLADDENS US.
This faery vision gladdens us no more,As in our days of childhood. It is gone—
The glory which in fancy's eye it wore,
The crown of spiritual semblance it put on,
The lustre, and the holy tenderness,
And the weird music of its mystic lore,
Appealing, as it were, to ancient ties
With some past being, which we love not less,
Because beyond our memory's reach it lies.
And yet this soft and most capricious light,
That sad and sinking star, these solemn woods,
And gushes of strange sounds within their shade,
Lift to fond thoughts and most superior moods,
While Oread glimpses beckon down the glade.
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