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Little Maid-o'-Dreams, with your / Eery eyes so clear and pure / Gazing, where we fain would see / Into far futurity, -- / Tell us what you there behold, / In your visions manifold! / What is on beyond our sight, / Biding till the morrow's light, / Fairer than we see to-day, / As our dull eyes only may?
Little Maid-o'-Dreams, with face / Like as in some woodland place / Lifts a lily, chaste and white, / From the shadow to the light; -- / Tell us, by your subtler glance, / What strange sorcery enchants / You as now, -- here, yet afar / As the realms of moon and star? -- / Have you magic lamp and ring, / And genii for vassaling?