Elfin land: and other poems

by Benjamin West Ball

That mid the autumn-laden boughs

Are querulous and loud;

Of sparry caves in musky hills,

Which sevenfold seas surround,

Where ancient kings enchanted lie,

In dreamless slumber bound;

Of potent gems, whose hidden might

Can thwart malignant star;

Of Eblis’ pavement saffron-strewn

’Neath fallen Istakhar;