Excerpt from PoemsWith idlesse and fancy fed, On summer mornings they were led Through the mazes of some dream, Onward softly by the hand, Where melodious fountains In the groves of fairyland All the day their spirits dance In a dreamy, strange romance All the twilight eve they sigh In a sweet luxurious trance Leaning from high balcony, Terrace, or urn, or oriel, While the creeper-¿owers' smell.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.