Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | ||
XLVII.
The soft Flower-Spirit shuddered, looked on high,
And from his bolder brother would have fled;
But then the anger kindling in that eye
He could not bear. So to fair Egla's bed
Followed, and looked; then, shuddering all with dread,
To wondrous realms unknown to men he led;
And from his bolder brother would have fled;
But then the anger kindling in that eye
He could not bear. So to fair Egla's bed
Followed, and looked; then, shuddering all with dread,
To wondrous realms unknown to men he led;
Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | ||