A VISION.
N ambient garment encircled her, Woven of mystic air,And o'er her brow in beauty fell Long threads of golden hair.A net of cloud-wrought silver Her tresses did ensnare,And when I tried to touch her, She vanished into air.I sought her hand to clasp it— Her spirit hand in mine,For there it lay like a rosy shell Seen through the frothy brine.And sense entrancing odours In mists encompassed were,From flowers which had fainted In giving their breath to her.
