THE GHOST-FLOWEE, AND CHILD. 
That miglit makes us happy, if happy we would — 
Since the good God came in that ancient flood ? 
Tell me, gentle bird, tell it to me, 
I long for thy lore so exceedingly. 
Y. 
Elfin are wonders, and elfin are we — 
Elfin is everything under the sea : 
They come as an arrow, go as a thought ; 
Space is too narrow, when they would be sought. 
They come at no bidding, speed at no will — 
Yet ever go ridding earth of some ill ! 
They bless and they curse — they heal and destroy, 
Their good may seem worse than ill thc}^ employ ! 
From cavern's dark fountain, the spring on the lea- 
From Eagle-kept mountain they never shall flee. 
Like a beautiful thing. 
With golden wing. 
That comes from where suns are lit ; 
Like a beautiful thing, 
With silver wing. 
That comes from where moon-birds sit ; 
Like a shadowy thing, 
With dim-spread wing. 
That comes from where dream-birds flit. 
Like an ominous thing, 
With boding wing. 
That comes on plumes of the night, 
And yet doth bring, 
On boding wing, 
A ray of the golden light ! 
Like a singing thing, 
With purple wing. 
