16.04.2007, 11:25
What is some sweet device of faery land
That mocked my steps with many a lonely glade,
And fancied wand'rings with a fair-haired maid?
Have these things been? Or did the wizard wand
Of Merlin wave, impregning vacant air,
And kindle up the vision of a smile
In those blue eyes, that seemed to speak the while
Such tender things, as might enforce Despair
To drop the murd'ring knife, and let go by
His fell resolve? Ah me! the lonely glade
Still courts the footsteps of the fair-haired maid,
Among whose locks the west-winds love to sigh:
But I forlorn do wander, reckless where,
And mid my wand'rings find no Anna there!
That mocked my steps with many a lonely glade,
And fancied wand'rings with a fair-haired maid?
Have these things been? Or did the wizard wand
Of Merlin wave, impregning vacant air,
And kindle up the vision of a smile
In those blue eyes, that seemed to speak the while
Such tender things, as might enforce Despair
To drop the murd'ring knife, and let go by
His fell resolve? Ah me! the lonely glade
Still courts the footsteps of the fair-haired maid,
Among whose locks the west-winds love to sigh:
But I forlorn do wander, reckless where,
And mid my wand'rings find no Anna there!