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Text: Edgar Allan Poe, "Fairyland" (F), Burton's Gentleman's Magazine, August 1839, 5:70

[page 70, full page:]

    The Fairyland of our correspondent is not orthodox. His description differs from all received accounts of the country — but our readers will pardon the extravagance for the vigor of the delineation.

[column 1:]

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 —
Ev'ry moment of the night —
Forever changing places —
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces;
About twelve by the moon-dial
One, more filmy than the rest
(A sort which, upon trial,
They have found to be the best)
Comes down — still down — and down
With its centre on the crown
Of a mountain's eminence,
While its wide circumference
In easy drapery falls
Over hamlets, and rich halls,
Wherever they may be —
O'er the strange woods — o'er the sea —
Over spirits on the wing — [column 2:]
Over every drowsy thing —
And buries them up quite
In a labyrinth of light —
And then, how deep! — O! deep!
Is the passion of their sleep!
In the morning they arise,
And their moony covering
Is soaring in the skies,
With the tempests as they toss,
Like ——  almost any thing —
Or a yellow Albatross.
They use that moon no more
For the same end as before —
Videlicet a tent —
Which I think extravagant:
Its atomies, however,
Into a shower dissever,
Of which those butterflies
Of Earth, who seek the skies,
And so come down again
(The unbelieving things!)
Have brought a specimen
Upon their quivering wings.




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