The Golden Island (Classic Reprint)

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Excerpt from The Golden Island The Golden Island I Far past the hills, And where the valley stream has been That all the valley fills - Sad as the sybil, sad and wan Were they - there rose, I know not how, A glorious golden island. Beyond the woodside dim, Beyond the haunted byland, Through charméd light I saw it swim, The half in heaven, the half in earthlife gray. How glad the woods that on it grow! They're glad with yellow willow, And mellow-green its dells, I know, For limpid waters rimpling flow In many a dancing billow. What birds unseen thrill all the air With more than mortal singing, What surging harpstring chords are there! Warm winds of spring the burden bear With cadenced bells' soft ringing. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.