Lays From The Sunny Lands

Excerpt from Lays From the Sunny Lands Lays From The Sunny Lands. AEethetics. The blizzard was past, old Eurus came Whetting his scimeter after the rain. He pierced the mist on the Mountain's side And flung it in crystals far and wide. Each china-berry an ear-drop wore; And the mosses wept jewels from every spore. The cedars bore, on their finger tips Goblets, just fitted to fairy lips. Down in the valley, the rifted trees Like minarets stood, in the stiffening breeze. The Mountain, in robes of silver gray, Looked like a Mussulman, knelt to pray. Drinking the breath of the icy morn At the open window, I stood forlorn; But the stillness, and awe of that glory, dim, Was inditing for me a choral hymn; When little Marie, with thoughtful brow Ran in, to question the why? and how? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works."