10 
THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 
Across the velvet sward, towards the brook, 
That now sang dances over pebble bed, 
Now sighs of vain love-longing whisperéd, 
Now broke in madrigals, and now forsook 
The cadence of its various melody 
For music’s deepest mood—a silence dim, 
Now under willows bubbled to the brim, 
Now over mosses murmured quietly, 
And now spread out into an azure pool 
Whose floor was pearl, whose walls were 
adamant, 
Behold there came a sylph, whose dreamy eyes 
Lit all the lawn, clear-glancing, deep and cool ; 
Whose curls were billowy gold luxuriant 
With stars and scents of summer woods and 
skies.