V

And then a spirit looked down at me Out of the deeps of the opal morn: Its eyes were blue as a sunlit sea, And young with the joy of a star that has just been born: And I seemed to hear, with my soul, the rose of its cool mouth say:--

“Long I lay, long I lay, High on the Hills of the Break-of-Day, Where ever the light is green and gray, And the gleam of the moon is a silvery spray, And the stars are glimmering bubbles. Now from the Hills of the Break-of-Day I come, I come, on a rainbow ray, To laugh and sparkle, to leap and play, And blow from the face of the world away, Like mists, its griefs and troubles.”