Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
"So the dreams depart,
So the fading phantoms flee,
And the sharp reality
Now must act its part."
—Westwood's "Beads from a Rosary."
I.
Little Ellie sits alone
'Mid the beeches of a meadow,
By a stream side on the grass,
And the trees are showering down
Doubles of their leaves in shadow,
On her shining hair and face.