Misty Trees
"Oh! there are spirits of the air,
And genii of the evening breeze,
And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair
As star-beams among twilight trees:
Such lovely ministers to meet
Oft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet.
And thou hast sought in starry eyes
Beams that were never meant for thine,
Another's wealth: -- tame sacrifice
To a fond faith! still dost thou pine?
Still dost thou hope that greeting hands,
Voice, looks or lips, may answer thy demands?"
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Uploaded on August 06, 2006