Regina Author:Thomas Lake Harris Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: INTRODUCTION. Deep in this verdant hollow let me rest: The evening sky in lovely red is drest As if 'twere crimsoned from a young bride's face : Twil... more »ight trips by with her most quiet pace: The butterfly and bee have gone to bed, And the bold night-moth sips where flowers have shed Their last perfection: Placid Wharfe afar Breathes her pale mist in love toward the star, Not loud, as when the boy of Egremound Paused midway, trembled in the fatal bound, And in the Strid sank to his dying swound; Then, waking on celestial lilies, found A young lamb cropping by him for the hound. The happy fairies from the fox-glove bells Waft to mild Eve their delicate farewells. Ah me! how sweet yon budding rose-tree smells; Not rarer are immortal asphodels. Dull sleep begone! the brown-winged beetles play With drowsy murmur from the unmade hay: The dreaming black-bird pipes his wistful lay, " I know there are red cherries on the spray;" Cherries for him and nectared fruits for me, By green-capt fairies served on bended knee: I feast as princely as the honey bee, While a small elf, too small for eyes to see, Sails by- and winds his low-voiced melody : SONG. Where the rose-tree buds unbar, Where the purple pansies are, Where the crimson wildings play With the last-blown mountain May, Fairies all are glad and gay. Blooming in this lucent light Shine the graves in fairy white: Angels, erst of lowly lot, Sanctify the holy spot, Hermits by the age forgot. Where the snowy owlet sails, Where the tender gloom prevails, From the crypt of ages old, Lyric wine of amber gold Flows for thee, O poet bold! Holy men of long ago, Come, with faces all a-glow. Underneath the fretted stones Pale Tradition sleeps and moans; But above are angel-tones. It...« less