THE WIND-HARP SONG. 15

Tell their tales of Thence and Thither,

And Yonder Lands,

Over the Sun-fall Hills,

The Sun-rise Sea.

And the dusky winds,

Trailing thro the black, vague

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Of Night ;

Winds woven from spirits, flitting ;

The breath of panthers ;

Of murdered men smitten down in the darkness ;

Of lovers sighing & quot;closer ! closer ! & quot;

In warm bowers under the moon,

Secretly pressing flesh against flesh ;

Zephyrs from waving wings of vampires,

Kissing, pricking, drinking the warm blood ;

Air currents, rippling tremulous

From myriad motions

Of multitudinous creatures

Running, leaping, crawling, flying,

Citizens of the void, mysterious,

Situate between the pulses of life called Day ;

Steams ;

Malaries from the marshes ;

Dreams ;

Tell also all the wisdom,

All the romance of their substance.

And the stars

Fling down

Ineffable music,

Tinkling like jewels,

From all their aerial dancing.