Beneath the leaves of the wood
Like snow from a highland dale
Shone its faint beauty
Ever white, ever pale.
The porcelain of the dark-lit enclosed lanes
Like the soft flight of flower-beams
The moon-petals glimmered ever the same
Like a maiden, lost in dreams.
The Feather, light and airy
Fluttered in the dead-night elder wind
Like a messenger from Faerie
And on them the stars above grinned.
Like snow from a highland dale
Shone its faint beauty
Ever white, ever pale.
The porcelain of the dark-lit enclosed lanes
Like the soft flight of flower-beams
The moon-petals glimmered ever the same
Like a maiden, lost in dreams.
The Feather, light and airy
Fluttered in the dead-night elder wind
Like a messenger from Faerie
And on them the stars above grinned.
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