Dim vales, and shadowy floods
....... the tears that drip all over.
Huge moons there wax and wane
They put out the star light with the breath from their pale faces.
in easy drapery falls
Over hamlets....Over halls.....
O'er the sea
Over spirits on the wing
Buries them up in a labyrinth of light.
O deep is their sleep.
In the morning they arise
.... is soaring in the skies
The tempests as they toss like almost any thing
Those butterflies of earth, who seek the skies
and so come down again
....upon their quivering wings.
"Fairyland" by Edgar Allan Poe. From The Complete Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe. First published in 1829
Photographs 2018
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