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ELFIN.
I found a vale, a haunted dell,
Where, over all, there hung a spell;
And underneath a streaming stone
A glimmering spirit made its moan,
Now murmuring through a crystal shell,
Now on a harp of spar, while, blown
About the place, the wild foam fell.
Where, over all, there hung a spell;
And underneath a streaming stone
A glimmering spirit made its moan,
Now murmuring through a crystal shell,
Now on a harp of spar, while, blown
About the place, the wild foam fell.
I raised the rock that held it bound,
And, straight, it changed into a sound
That danced around me, dimly yet,
Smelling of fern and violet;
In mossy green and crystal gowned—
A silvery girl of shimmering wet,
Who round my form her cool arms wound.
And, straight, it changed into a sound
That danced around me, dimly yet,
Smelling of fern and violet;
In mossy green and crystal gowned—
A silvery girl of shimmering wet,
Who round my form her cool arms wound.
Upon my eyes she kissed me thrice
With chilly lips of rosy ice;
And with her kisses, like the foam,
My heart grew light and fain to roam
Away from all Earth's human ties. ...
And so it was I left my home
To dwell with Love that never dies.
With chilly lips of rosy ice;
And with her kisses, like the foam,
My heart grew light and fain to roam
Away from all Earth's human ties. ...
And so it was I left my home
To dwell with Love that never dies.
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