...; I leap jn board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! With folded feet, in .stoles of white, On sleeping...mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-light mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go, The...

...mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-light mingles with the stars. v. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go,...

...mountain meres I find a magic bark ; I leap within — no helmsman steers — I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars". The short poem, Fatima, is impregnate with a Sappho-like fervour, and in its oriental passionate fire...

...mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-light mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go, The...

...bark; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping...mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-light mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne Through dreaming towns I go, The...

...helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle. sound, an awful light ! Three angels hear tlie holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah. blessed vision ! hlood of (iod ! Aly sjiirit beats her mortal bars. As down dark tides ihe glory slides, And star-like...

...night, mother, that I shall never wake, ,. Unless you call me loud when the day begins to break." 6. " With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail." 7. "I could mock thy chant anew, But I cannot mimic it." 8. " Sleep, folded in thy sister's arms, And...

...is pure. The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel, The splintered spear-shafts crack and fly The horse and rider reel...tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stare. When on my goodly charger borne Thro' dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas...

...magic bark across the lonely mere, and the silvery words of the poem were ringing in her ears — " Three angels bear the holy Grail, With folded feet,...wings, they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God I My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory glides, And star-like mingles with...

...meres," and catches glimpses of angels with folded feet " in stoles of white," bearing the holy grail. " Ah ! blessed vision ! blood of God '. My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory tildes. And star-light mingles with the stars. . . So pass I hostel, hall, and grange, By bridge and...