Fairy

 

 

For Helen, in the virgin shadows and the impassive radiance in astral

silence, ornamental saps conspired. Summer's ardor was confided to silent

birds and due indolence to a priceless mourning boat through gulfs of

dead loves and fallen perfumes.

 

--After the moment of the woodswomen's song to the rumble of the torrent

in the ruin of the wood, of the tinkle of the cowbells to the echo of

the vales, and the cries of the steppes.--

 

For Helen's childhood, furs and shadows trembled, and the breast of the

poor and the legends of heaven.

 

And her eyes and her dance superior even to the precious radiance, to

cold influences, to the pleasure of the unique setting and the unique hour.