She dropt as softly as a star
From out my summer's eve;
Less skilful than Leverrier
It's sorer to believe!
XXIX.
RESURGAM.
At last to be identified!
At last, the lamps upon thy side,
She dropt as softly as a star
From out my summer's eve;
Less skilful than Leverrier
It's sorer to believe!
XXIX.
RESURGAM.
At last to be identified!
At last, the lamps upon thy side,