The maid of Redenfayn, an allegory of two worlds, in three books: I The book of loves and dreams . Beneath the trees calm shade a brooklet crept, There kissing lilies cheeks mid whisperings, And humming here its pebbly babes to sleep. With liquid lullabies. So gently oer The leaves the soft breeze stepped, they scarcely moved. Among the moss-clad boughs no sound was heard Save cricket chirps and bee-winged minstrelsy. Where downward reached an elm its long, crookd arms To lave their leafy tips in waters cool, Upon a mound of moss, did sit the Scribe, Watching two mated birds build up their nes
The maid of Redenfayn, an allegory of two worlds, in three books: I The book of loves and dreams . Beneath the trees calm shade a brooklet crept, There kissing lilies cheeks mid whisperings, And humming here its pebbly babes to sleep. With liquid lullabies. So gently oer The leaves the soft breeze stepped, they scarcely moved. Among the moss-clad boughs no sound was heard Save cricket chirps and bee-winged minstrelsy. Where downward reached an elm its long, crookd arms To lave their leafy tips in waters cool, Upon a mound of moss, did sit the Scribe, Watching two mated birds build up their nest, With joyous prattlings and most tender looks. While through his mind slow floated dreamy thoughts Of Yndafrene, maid of his Eden days. Over his souls calm sea brooded supreme An ecstasy of bliss, all halcyon-like. Into his ears soft murmuring music crept, Till all the world seemed nought but melody. Then did he hear, or seem to hear, or feel,— For twas a feeling rather than a sound,— These words, or what indeed did seem these words: CANTO Invocation to Love. Smile, all ye Angels; smile, ye maids of earth; Smile, all ye sons of men; smile, all that live; Grow bright, ye skies; bend down your eyes, sweet stars Come, all ye holy powers and elements Of Heaven and earth, of sea and land and sky; And fill this soul with your most potent charm, That charm divine, Jehovahs second Self, Of virtues, powers and elements first born. Celestial Love! the light of Paradise, And source divine of all felicity. Oh, through this tongue speak ye to all the world. And swell your everlasting syllables Unto the sons of men forevermore,— 8 I
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