Synopsis

Under our green hills lies a glittering lake, A sheet of blue and silver, glassy-smooth Save where before the white imperial curve Of the swan's bosom, ruffled by her plumes The rippling wavelet flickered into gold ; And, mirrored in the centre, rose and shone, Like a rich emerald on a fair girl's neck, A fairy islet in the silver lake. Over those silver waters silently We floated, — silent, for the sense of love And beauty, like a perfume in