Whose trains went trooping through the skyHeard not the chanting cherubs' song, The seraphs' sacred anthem swell, Were loosely now behind her flung, Created thing in heaven above, And still the sad voice "Llama!" cried, And came descending to her own, Like sunshine through the trees !— But Ariel was yet alone Amid this fairy paradise, And with his bright blue orbs up thrown, He filled the woodland with his sighs— "Llama! Llama! oh, my love! Llama, whom I most adore!" A form descending, white as milk. As lighted now by Ariel: Her form was as a statue white, Which stands within the moon's full blaze, Encircled in a robe of light, As golden as the noontide's rays, This Splendor wore such shining wings That earth like dazzling hues doth lack, For seemed it where each pinion springs A rainbow shining at her back! Her hair was like a golden flame Tossed by the gale when winds are high! And light and darkness cannot name The day and night within her eye. Upon her clear white cheek a blush With warm, transparent beauty glows, As if the summer roses flush, Were lifted up through winter's snows! Her swelling bosom's coral tips Were like camelias in the bud! And full and moist her shell-like lips Her arms around his form she flung, They rested, 'neath the giant oak, All earth's beatitude above, Joy's magical electric kiss, The nameless rapture known as Love! Behold! now streaming through the air A legion spirits swift repair, From every sphere, Afar and near: From realms of fire-realms of ice Haste to the Peri's paradise! From their subterranean homes Troops of graceful, gentle gnomes, Hither flock, and coming, sing. |