led

me - Who knows how? To thy chamber window, sweet!

April 1841.

sported all day with his arrows and bow, Till one morning he bade a fare. chane'd to a light on the quiver of Wit With shafts like the diamond, the squanders not shafts with such magic endowed No, he keeps for bright spirits those

But

Wisdom who watch'd his descent from a..bove Made

he seized the bright ar- rows, a tear of delight From the

As
But when forms such as

Leila's, all

sun..ni..ly flit Be.

THE FAIRY AND THE PERI. FROM THE FRENCH OF VICTOR HUGO

STANZAS: TO THE WALLFLOWER