FLOAT dreamily 'twixt earth and sky,
And columned hills beside,
And bear away the fairy form
That is my dreamland bride.
Bear her away to the red hills
Above the golden cloud;
Let naught but the love-sick breath of stars
Distend the bark's blue shroud.
Bear her away to the red hills,
With purple depths below,
And let black hosts for body - guard
Attend where'er she go.
Bear her away the red hills,
Up to yon misty height,
Where the dead sun may see her face
Throughout the gloomy night, -
Where the dead sun may see her smile,
And rest him from the strife;
May bathe again in the burning flood
That gives him light and life.
Z.LAKE GEORGE, 1875.
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Appleton Chapel.