Poems (Trask)/The Asphodel
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THE ASPHODEL.
A fairy queen, one radiant night,
Strayed from her fabled sphere,
Down through the crimson clouds that filled
The mellow atmosphere;
She saw this earth hung like a lamp
In the great silent void,
A miracle of wondrous form,—
A finger-mark of God.
Strayed from her fabled sphere,
Down through the crimson clouds that filled
The mellow atmosphere;
She saw this earth hung like a lamp
In the great silent void,
A miracle of wondrous form,—
A finger-mark of God.
She folded up her breezy wings
To visit this new land,
And sank upon a sea-weed leaf
Down on the harbor sand;
The moisture chilled her tender limbs,
She trembled on her bed,
The hoarse sea-moanings tired her heart,
And hurt her throbbing head.
To visit this new land,
And sank upon a sea-weed leaf
Down on the harbor sand;
The moisture chilled her tender limbs,
She trembled on her bed,
The hoarse sea-moanings tired her heart,
And hurt her throbbing head.
She said, "I'll call my minions down
To build a palace hall,
Where I can dwell whene'er I choose
To make this earth a call."
She struck her lute, a blade of grass,—
A hundred fairies came,
With little wands of yellow light
And crowns of amber flame.
To build a palace hall,
Where I can dwell whene'er I choose
To make this earth a call."
She struck her lute, a blade of grass,—
A hundred fairies came,
With little wands of yellow light
And crowns of amber flame.
Soon as she told her royal wish
They bowed to the behest,
And flew away, each with her hand
Of fealty on her breast.
A palace rose: its towers were gold,
Its walls of crimson silk,
Its windows of the clearest pearl,
Its floors as white as milk.
They bowed to the behest,
And flew away, each with her hand
Of fealty on her breast.
A palace rose: its towers were gold,
Its walls of crimson silk,
Its windows of the clearest pearl,
Its floors as white as milk.
Triumphant went the fairy queen
Her new-made home to see;
A gallant orchestra there was
To greet her majesty.
Robins, and bees, and grasshoppers,
Sang each a rare refrain,—
And over all the moonlight poured
Its glittering silver rain.
Her new-made home to see;
A gallant orchestra there was
To greet her majesty.
Robins, and bees, and grasshoppers,
Sang each a rare refrain,—
And over all the moonlight poured
Its glittering silver rain.
A miracle of art and taste
The fairy palace stood;
The royal perfume of its sweets
Floating for many a rood.
And to this day maids love the flower
Where the queen came to dwell,
And bind within their wealth of curls
The peerless Asphodel.
The fairy palace stood;
The royal perfume of its sweets
Floating for many a rood.
And to this day maids love the flower
Where the queen came to dwell,
And bind within their wealth of curls
The peerless Asphodel.