Classic Poem

IN THE ROOM WITH GEORGE FULLER'S PICTURES.

HE sent them forth, these softly gleaming shapes,
And said, " Go, ye, and tread enchanted ground;
With veiling mists your paths I will surround,
And shield you from the careless crowd that gapes
On what all men can see. Your charm escapes
Such gaze; by faithful lovers to be found
Behind this tender veil that wraps you round,
And all your soft beguiling gently drapes. "

And these fair people, whom his hand had made,
And touched with sudden beauty, strange and sweet
As the young Morn by the first Sun-ray kissed,
Live here, immortally and unafraid,
While he — who can pursue his journeying feet?
He has gone on, and up, behind the Mist.