The maid of Redenfayn, an allegory of two worlds, in three books: I The book of loves and dreams . CANTO The Youth and the Angel. Above the glassy sea now rose the moon. And her white sheen spread oer the tranquil world. The stars abashed shrunk backward many steps Within the sky. A group of silvery isles Drifted upon the air, while in the north A crouching storm-cloud watched the little boat Floating unconscious on the smooth-cheeked sea, Like sleeping babe upon its mothers breast. He sighed, at last, like one from pain thought youd never come, he were our soul-communi
The maid of Redenfayn, an allegory of two worlds, in three books: I The book of loves and dreams . CANTO The Youth and the Angel. Above the glassy sea now rose the moon. And her white sheen spread oer the tranquil world. The stars abashed shrunk backward many steps Within the sky. A group of silvery isles Drifted upon the air, while in the north A crouching storm-cloud watched the little boat Floating unconscious on the smooth-cheeked sea, Like sleeping babe upon its mothers breast. He sighed, at last, like one from pain thought youd never come, he were our soul-communings nought to you?Quick she replied, with loving tenderness;When evening came did not L also, come?When you did wander in the glens and grovesYour hand did I not softly hold in mine? I i% I II I II I II
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