FAIRY-LAND.

DIм vales—and shadowy floods—
And cloudy-looking woods,

Whose forms we can't discover

For the tears that drip all over—

Huge moons there wax and wane—

Again-again-again

Every moment of the night

For ever changing places

And they put out the star-light

With the breath from their pale faces.

About twelve by the moon-dial

One more filmy than the rest