" Because, to him who ponders well,

My rhymes more than their rhyming tell

Of things discovered in the deep,

Where only body's laid asleep. "

WHEN twilight falls in a dim cascade

Over the eastern bars,

And vapour-woven tent of shade

Makes earth forget the stars,

The Bringers of the hidden sleep

From in world of star-lotus deep

Are burthened with a heavy cry ;

They mourn and half forget to fly.

But when star-dignities exult

Through twilight-softened air,

The Borderers of sleep consult

With violet-shadowed hair

Waving across the evening's cool

Pellucid-watered lotus pool.

And night is stirred by tremulous wings

To dream of unimagined things.