mentions　eight；　and　Strabo　thirteeen；　（engulphed）　…　but　the　last　is　out　of
  all　reason。
  It　is　said；　（Tacitus；　Strabo；　Josephus；　Daniel　of　St。　Saba；　Nau；
  Maundrell；　Troilo；　D'Arvieux）　that　after　an　excessive　drought；　the
  vestiges　of　columns；　walls；　&c。　are　seen　above　the　surface。　At　_any_
  season；　such　remains　may　be　discovered　by　looking　down　into　the
  transparent　lake；　and　at　such　distances　as　would　argue　the　existence　of
  many　settlements　in　the　space　now　usurped　by　the　'Asphaltites。'
  *That　stole　upon　the　ear；　in　Eyraco；
  Of　many　a　wild　star…gazer　long　ago　…
  That　stealeth　ever　on　the　ear　of　him
  Who；　musing；　gazeth　on　the　distance　dim。
  And　sees　the　darkness　coming　as　a　cloud　…
  嘔s　not　its　form　…　its　voice　…　most　palpable　and　loud　？
  But　what　is　this　？　…　it　cometh　…　and　it　brings
  A　music　with　it　…　'tis　the　rush　of　wings　…
  A　pause　　…　and　then　a　sweeping；　falling　strain
  And　Nesace　is　in　her　halls　again。
  From　the　wild　energy　of　wanton　haste
  Her　cheeks　were　flushing；　and　her　lips　apart　；
  And　zone　that　clung　around　her　gentle　waist
  Had　burst　beneath　the　heaving　of　her　heart。
  Within　the　centre　of　that　hall　to　breathe
  She　paus'd　and　panted；　Zanthe　！　　all　beneath；
  The　fairy　light　that　kiss'd　her　golden　hair
  And　long'd　to　rest；　yet　could　but　sparkle　there　！
  ？Young　flowers　were　whispering　in　melody
  To　happy　flowers　that　night　…　and　tree　to　tree　；
  Fountains　were　gushing　music　as　they　fell
  In　many　a　star…lit　grove；　or　moon…lit　dell　；
  Yet　silence　came　upon　material　things　…
  Fair　flowers；　bright　waterfalls　and　angel　wings　…
  And　sound　alone　that　from　the　spirit　sprang
  Bore　burthen　to　the　charm　the　maiden　sang　：
  *　Eyraco　…　Chaldea。
  ？I　have　often　thought　I　could　distinctly　hear　the　sound　of　the
  darkness　as　it　stole　over　the　horizon。
  ？Fairies　use　flowers　for　their　charactery。　…　_Merry　Wives　of
  Windsor_。　　＇William　Shakespeare＇
  〃　'Neath　blue…bell　or　streamer　…
  Or　tufted　wild　spray
  That　keeps；　from　the　dreamer；
  *The　moonbeam　away　…
  Bright　beings　！　　that　ponder；
  With　half　closing　eyes；
  On　the　stars　which　your　wonder
  Hath　drawn　from　the　skies；　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　＇in　the　original；　this
  line　is　slightly　out　of　alignment＇
  Till　they　glance　thro'　the　shade；　and
  Come　down　to　your　brow
  Like　　eyes　of　the　maiden
  Who　calls　on　you　now　…
  Arise　！　　from　your　dreaming
  In　violet　bowers；
  To　duty　beseeming
  These　star…litten　hours　…
  And　shake　from　your　tresses
  Encumber'd　with　dew
  The　breath　of　those　kisses
  That　cumber　them　too　…
  （O　！　　how；　without　you；　Love　！
  Could　angels　be　blest　？）
  Those　kisses　of　true　love
  That　lull'd　ye　to　rest　！
  Up　！　…　shake　from　your　wing
  Each　hindering　thing　：
  The　dew　of　the　night　…
  It　would　weigh　down　your　flight　；
  And　true　love　caresses　…
  O　！　leave　them　apart　！
  *　In　Scripture　is　this　passage　…　〃The　sun　shall　not　harm　thee　by　day；
  nor　the　moon　by　night。〃　It　is　perhaps　not　generally　known　that　the　moon；
  in　Egypt；　has　the　effect　of　producing　blindness　to　those　who　sleep　with
  the　face　exposed　to　its　rays；　to　which　circumstance　the　passage　evidently
  alludes。
  They　are　light　on　the　tresses；
  But　lead　on　the　heart。
  Ligeia　！　　Ligeia　！
  My　beautiful　one　！
  Whose　harshest　idea
  Will　to　melody　run；
  O　！　　is　it　thy　will
  On　the　breezes　to　toss　？
  Or；　capriciously　still；
  *Like　the　lone　Albatross；
  Incumbent　on　night
  （As　she　on　the　air）
  To　keep　watch　with　delight
  On　the　harmony　there　？
  Ligeia　！　　whatever
  Thy　image　may　be；
  No　magic　shall　sever
  Thy　music　from　thee。
  Thou　hast　bound　many　eyes
  In　a　dreamy　sleep　…
  But　the　strains　still　arise
  Which　_thy_　vigilance　keep　…
  The　sound　of　the　rain
  Which　leaps　down　to　the　flower；
  And　dances　again
  In　the　rhythm　of　the　shower　…
  員he　murmur　that　springs
  From　the　growing　of　grass
  *　The　Albatross　is　said　to　sleep　on　the　wing。
  ？I　met　with　this　idea　in　an　old　English　tale；　which　I　am　now　unable
  to　obtain　and　quote　from　memory　：　…　〃The　verie　essence　and；　as　it　were；
  springe…heade；　and　origine　of　all　musiche　is　the　verie　pleasaunte　sounde
  which　the　trees　of　the　forest　do　make　when　they　growe。〃
  Are　the　music　of　things　…
  But　are　modell'd；　alas　！　…
  Away；　then　my　dearest；
  O　！　　hie　thee　away
  To　springs　that　lie　clearest
  Beneath　the　moon…ray　…
  To　lone　lake　that　smiles；
  In　its　dream　of　deep　rest；
  At　the　many　star…isles
  That　enjewel　its　breast　…
  Where　wild　flowers；　creeping；
  Have　mingled　their　shade；
  On　its　margin　is　sleeping
  Full　many　a　maid　…
  Some　have　left　the　cool　glade；　and
  *　Have　slept　with　the　bee　…
  Arouse　them　my　maiden；
  On　moorland　and　lea　…
  Go　！　　breathe　on　their　slumber；
  All　softly　in　ear；
  The　musical　number
  They　slumber'd　to　hear　…
  For　what　can　awaken
  An　angel　so　soon
  *　The　wild　bee　will　not　sleep　in　the　shade　if　there　be　moonlight。
  The　rhyme　in　this　verse；　as　in　one　about　sixty　lines　before；　has　an
  appearance　of　affectation。　It　is；　however；　imitated　from　Sir　W。　Scott；　or
  rather　from　Claud　Halcro　…　in　whose　mouth　I　admired　its　effect　：
  O　！　　were　there　an　island；
  Tho'　ever　so　wild
  Where　woman　might　smile；　and
  No　man　be　beguil'd；　&c。
  Whose　sleep　hath　been　taken
  Beneath　the　cold　moon；
  As　the　spell　which　no　slumber
  Of　witchery　may　test；
  The　rythmical　number
  Which　lull'd　him　to　rest　？〃
  Spirits　in　wing；　and　angels　to　the　view；
  A　thousand　seraphs　burst　th'　Empyrean　thro'；
  Young　dreams　still　hovering　on　their　drowsy　flight　…
  Seraphs　in　all　but　〃Knowledge；〃　the　keen　light
  That　fell；　refracted；　thro'　thy　bounds；　afar
  O　Death　！　　from　eye　of　God　upon　that　star：
  Sweet　was　that　error　…　sweeter　still　that　death　…
  Sweet　was　that　error　…　ev'n　with　_us_　the　breath
  Of　science　dims　the　mirror　of　our　joy　…
  To　them　'twere　the　Simoom；　and　would　destroy　…
  For　what　（to　them）　availeth　it　to　know
  That　Truth　is　Falsehood　…　or　that　Bliss　is　Woe　？
  Sweet　was　their　death　…　with　them　to　die　was　rife
  With　the　last　ecstacy　of　satiate　life　…
  Beyond　that　death　no　immortality　…
  But　sleep　that　pondereth　and　is　not　〃to　be〃　…
  And　there　…　oh　！　　may　my　weary　spirit　dwell　…
  *Apart　from　Heaven's　Eternity　…　and　yet　how　far　from　Hell　！
  *　With　the　Arabians　there　is　a　medium　between　Heaven　and　Hell；　where
  men　suffer　no　punishment；　but　yet　do　not　attain　that　tranquil　and　even
  happiness　which　they　suppose　to　be　characteristic　of　heavenly　enjoyment。
  Un　no　rompido　sueno　…
  Un　dia　puro　…　allegre　…　libre
  Quiera　…
  Libre　de　amor　…　de　zelo　…
  De　odio　…　de　esperanza　…　de　rezelo。　　…　　_Luis　Ponce　de　Leon_。
  Sorrow　is　not　excluded　from　〃Al　Aaraaf；〃　but　it　is　that　sorrow　which
  the　living　love　to　cherish　for　the　dead；　and　which；　in　some　minds；
  resembles　the　delirium　of　opium。　The　passionate　excitement　of　Love　and　the
  buoyancy　of　spirit　attendant　upon　intoxication　are　its　less　holy　pleasures
  …　the　price　of　which；　to　those　souls　who　make　choice　of　〃Al　Aaraaf〃　as
  their　residence　after　life；　is　final　death　and　annihilation。
  What　guilty　spirit；　in　what　shrubbery　dim；
  Heard　not　the　stirring　summons　of　that　hymn　？
  But　two　：　　they　fell　：　　for　Heaven　no　grace　imparts
  To　those　who　hear　not　for　their　beating　hearts。
  A　maiden…angel　and　her　seraph…lover　…
  O　！　　where　（and　ye　may　seek　the　wide　skies　over）
  Was　Love；　the　blind；　near　sober　Duty　known　？
  *Unguided　Love　hath　fallen　…　'mid　〃tears　of　perfect　moan。〃
  He　was　a　goodly　spirit　…　he　who　fell　：
  A　wanderer　by　moss…y…mantled　well　…
  A　gazer　on　the　lights　that　shine　above　…
  A　dreamer　in　the　moonbeam　by　his　love　：
  What　wonder　？　　For　each　star　is　eye…like　there；
  And　looks　so　sweetly　down　on　Beauty's　hair　…
  And　they；　and　ev'ry　mossy　spring　were　holy
  To　his　love…haunted　heart　and　melancholy。
  The　night　had　found　（to　him　a　night　of　wo）
  Upon　a　mountain　crag；　young　Angelo　…
  Beetling　it　bends　athwart　the　solemn　sky；
  And　scowls　on　starry　worlds　that　down　beneath　it　lie。
  Here　sate　he　with　his　love　…　his　dark　eye　bent
  With　eagle　gaze　along　the　firmament：
  Now　turn'd　it　upon　her　…　but　ever　then
  It　trembled　to　the　orb　of　EARTH　again。
  〃Iante；　dearest；　see　！　　how　dim　that　ray　！
  How　lovely　'tis　to　look　so　far　away　！
  *　There　be　tears　of　perfect　moan
  Wept　for　thee　in　Helicon。…　_Milton。_
  She　seem'd　not　thus　upon　that　autumn　eve
  I　left　her　gorgeous　halls　…　nor　mourn'd　to　leave。
  That　eve　…　that　eve　…　I　should　remember　well　…
  The　sun…ray　dropp'd；　in　Lemnos；　with　a　spell
  On　th'Arabesque　carving　of　a　gilded　hall
  Wherein　I　sate；　and　on　the　draperied　wall　…
  And　on　my　eye…lids　…　O　the　heavy　light　！
  How　drowsily　it　weigh'd　them　into　night　！
  On　flowers；　before；　and　mist；　and　love　they　ran
  With　Persian　Saadi　in　his　Gulistan　：
  But　O　that　light！　…　I　slumber'd　…　Death；　the　while；
  Stole　o'er　my　senses　in　that　lovely　isle
  So　sof