This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878 Excerpt: ...thought Wanders at will upon enchanted ground, Making no sound In all the corridors... The bell sleeps in the belfry, --from its tongue A drowsy murmur floats into the air, Like thistle-down. Slumber is everywhere. The rook's asleep, and, in its dreaming, caws; And silence mopes where nightingales have sung; The Sirens lie in grottos cool and deep, The Naiads in the streams: H But I, in chilling twilight, stand and wait At the portcullis, at thy castle gate, Teaming to see the magic door of dreams Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate Sleep! SEADEIFT. QEE where she stands, on the wet sea-sands, Looking across the water: Wild is the night, but wilder still The face of the fisher's daughter! What does she there, in the lightning's glare, What does she there, I wonder? What dread demon drags her forth In the night and wind and thunder P Is it the ghost that haunts this coast P--The cruel waves mount higher, And the beacon pierces the stormy dark With its javelin of fire. Beyond the light of the beacon bright A merchantman is tacking; The hoarse wind whistling through the shrouds, And the brittle topmasts cracking. The sea it moans over dead men's bones, The sea it foams in anger; The curlews swoop through the resonant air With a warning cry of danger. The star-fish clings to the sea-weed's rings In a vague, dumb sense of peril; And the spray, with its phantom-fingers, grasps At the mullein dry and sterile. O, who is she that stands by the sea, In the lightning's glare, undaunted?--Seems this now like the coast of hell By one white spirit haunted! The night drags by; and the breakers die Along the ragged ledges; The robin stirs in its drenched nest, The hawthorn blooms on the hedges. In shimmering lines, through the dripping pines, The stealthy morn advances; A...