All round a hedge upshoots, and shows
At distance like a little wood;
Thorns, ivies, woodbine, mistletoes,

And grapes with bunches red as blood;
All creeping plants, a wall of green
Close-matted, bur and brake and briar,
And glimpsing over these, just seen,
High up, the topmost palace-spire.

When will the hundred summers die,
And thought and time be born again,
And newer knowledge, drawing nigh,

Bring truth that sways the soul of men? Here all things in their place remain,

As all were ordered, ages since.

Come, Care and Pleasure, Hope and Pain, And bring the fated fairy Prince.

THE SLEEPING BEAUTY.

Year after year unto her feet,

She lying on her couch alone,

Across the purple coverlet,

On either side her tranced form

Forth streaming from a braid of pearl: The slumbrous light is rich and warm, And moves not on the rounded curl.

The silk star-broidered coverlid

Unto her limbs itself doth mould Languidly ever; and, amid

Her full black ringlets downward rolled, Glows forth each softly-shadowed arm With bracelets of the diamond bright: Her constant beauty doth inform

Stillness with love, and day with light.

She sleeps: her breathings are not heard In palace chambers far apart.

The fragrant tresses are not stirred

That lie upon her charmed heart.
She sleeps on either hand upswells
The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest:
She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells

THE ARRIVAL.

All precious things, discovered late,
To those that seek them issue forth;
For love in sequel works with fate,

And draws the veil from hidden worth.

He travels far from other skies

His mantle glitters on the rocks A fairy Prince, with joyful eyes,

And lighter-footed than the fox.

The bodies and the bones of those
That strove in other days to pass,
Are withered in the thorny close,
Or scattered blanching in the grass.
He gazes on the silent dead :

"They perished in their daring deeds." This proverb flashes through his head, "The many fail: the one succeeds."

He comes, scarce knowing what he seeks: He breaks the hedge: he enters there: The color flies into his cheeks:

On either side her tranced form

Forth streaming from a braid of pearl : The slumbrous light is rich and warm, And moves not on the rounded curl.

The silk star-broidered coverlid

Unto her limbs itself doth mould Languidly ever; and, amid

Her full black ringlets downward rolled, Glows forth each softly-shadowed arm With bracelets of the diamond bright: Her constant beauty doth inform

Stillness with love, and day with light.

She sleeps: her breathings are not heard In palace chambers far apart.

The fragrant tresses are not stirred

That lie upon her charmed heart.
She sleeps on either hand upswells
The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest:
She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells

THE ARRIVAL.

All precious things, discovered late,
To those that seek them issue forth;
For love in sequel works with fate,

And draws the veil from hidden worth.

He travels far from other skies

His mantle glitters on the rocks A fairy Prince, with joyful eyes, And lighter-footed than the fox.

The bodies and the bones of those
That strove in other days to pass,
Are withered in the thorny close,
Or scattered blanching in the grass.
gazes on the silent dead:

He

They perished in their daring deeds." This proverb flashes through his head, "The many fail: the one succeeds."

He comes, scarce knowing what he seeks : He breaks the hedge: he enters there: The color flies into his cheeks: