 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
XLIII.
“A Spirit told thee it would save from death
The being who should taste that drop? Is't so?
O dear Phraërion! for another breath
We have not time! Come, follow me: we'll go
The being who should taste that drop? Is't so?
O dear Phraërion! for another breath
We have not time! Come, follow me: we'll go
“And take one look; then guide me to the track
Of the Gnome's palace. There is not a blast
To stir the sea-flower: we will go and back
Ere morn. Nay, come: the night is wasting fast.”
Of the Gnome's palace. There is not a blast
To stir the sea-flower: we will go and back
Ere morn. Nay, come: the night is wasting fast.”
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |