Flying behind them in the morning air.
But brimming joys my sorrowing senses greet,
For ’midst the blossoms, sun-kissed at my feet,
There where the leaping springs the thirsty banks caress
Appeared the vision of my pale Princess.
[*] Lathe (lath)—Anglo-Saxon laeth: a division of a county. Here the Division belonging to Morpheus in the County of Sleep, itself a division of the Realm of Unconsciousness.
Part IV.
THE VISION GLORIOUS.
When Luna o’er the vault would fain hold sway