Fantaisie D'Antan

Lost and alien lie the leas, Purfled all with euphrasies, Where the lunar unicorn Breasts an amber-pouring morn Risen from hesperian seas Of a main that has no bourn. Only things impossible There in deathless glamor dwell: Pegasus and sagittary, Trotting, part the ferns of faery, Succubi and seraphim Tryst among the cedars dim; Where the beaded waters brim, White limoniads arise, Interlacing arms and tresses With the sun-dark satyresses; There, on Aquilonian skies, Gryphons, questing to and fro For the gold of long ago, Find at eve an aureate star In the gulf crepuscular; There the Hyperboreans, Pale with wisdom more than man's, Tell the wileful centauresses Half their holocryptic lore; There, at noon, the tritonesses, All bemused with mandragore, Mate with satyrs of the shore. Love, could we have only found The forgotten road that runs Under all the sunken suns To that time-estrangèd ground, Surely, love were proven there More than long and lone despair; Holden and felicitous, Love were fortunate to us; And we too might ever dwell, Deathless and impossible, In those amber-litten leas, Circled all with euphrasies.