Blue Ranges

Dim hills! (I cried.) Mountains of azure delicate and far, Home of the setting star, What mystery and loveliness you hide! A nameless light Falls, wildly, on these woods and fields and streams, A land of dusk and dreams And happiness delaying in its flight. There marbles shine, Broken or not, and whiter by the tree The dryad waits for me- Wreathing her forehead with a scarlet vine. Oh! swiftly I Shall hasten from these narrow, dusty ways To where enchanted days Lift, fearlessly, their music to the sky . . . . I reached at last Those hills of dream, to find them lone and bleak, Snows on the noblest peak, And graves that told but of the beauty passed. I turned my glance To that far plain so grey to me before: O land of Nevermore , Now purple with the twilight of romance!