Into that lustrous, splendid sea;

For we, that chased the summer's smile

Across the world a wondering while,

Hailed at the heart the Happy Isle,

The haunted shores of Faëry!

Beyond a gently-heaving brine

We broke with oars a trembling bay.

The swerving water, like rare wine,

Slid iridescent from our way.

A lovely hand was laid on mine

Pensively as to say:

"Life is divine!"

The drifting, witching wonder grew.

From out the burgeoning bounds of space

It seemed some morn unearthly drew

To that grave glamourous place,

Where, fearful of some far adieu,

I talked with one who never knew

The peril of her face.

The joy that lives is mightier far

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