Fairy-Land

Here is an excerpt of the start of a poem by Poe:

Dim vales – and shadowy floods –
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can’t discover
For the tears that drip all over
Huge moons there wax and wane –
Again – again – again –
Every moment of the night –
Forever changing places –
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.

~ Edgar Allen Poe

 

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