The Great War

from The Volunteer and Other Poems, an electronic edition

The Fairy Lover.

SHE lay beneath an appletree,

A marble maiden, free from care;

And round her was a canopy

Of moonlit air.

He made his bed among the leaf,

And on a petal softly blown,

He touched a vein upon her brow

With grief unknown.

Then lightly, where the lashes fall,

Entered the chamber of her soul;

And, finding there a silver bell,

He made it toll.