The Luck-Flower

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Excerpt from The Luck-Flower: And Other Verses The Storm. The feast is o'er at last, the measure trod, The drowsy god asserts his gentle sway, The air seems heavy while the elders nod, Though young feet fain would dance the night away, And I, less fain than once, have crept away, My mind now hot with hope, now chilled with cold dismay. Raising the curtain, which my casement veiled, I looked abroad into the peaceful night, Above, unclouded, through her kingdom sailed The radiant moon, flooding the plain with light, Below the winding river might have been A silver snake asleep, enchanted by her sheen. 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.