Up in the misty airy mountain yonder
Where trees and flowers never wither
The lunar beauty comes upon her
and covers her with a veil of silver
with a wreath of stars on her hair
In the luster of amaranthine glamor;
Then her eyes gather light and fire
Burning with felicity, rapture, or desire
Like a condensed colossal meteor
Wrapped in mystic eternal camphor
in serene brilliance of Moon’s Sphere
growing bright and glowing brighter;
Nymphs and fairies weave into the ether
The melodies of Aeolian harps sweeter
Softer than the milky way’s gossamer
Allaying the wild untamed waves of dander –
Her heart entranced with elevated Passion
Forgetting the nobility of exalted Reason.
P.S.: Fairie-tale is a fantastic means of translating an Author’s inmost feelings, deep-set emotions, and solipsistic philosophy smothered under the necessity of fulfilling demands placed upon daily tasks in existential life in the safest and, therefore, the most eloquent fashion the Author can rely on. As Edmund Spencer, William Shakespeare, William Wordsworth, and John Keats all used faeries as their faithful and wonderful subjects of their imaginative kingdoms, so do I take the liberty of doing the same as a way of escapism to the Otherworld where I can become all I want to morph into and enjoy what I covet without a moral qualm in the reign of religiosity. Here the subject of the poem is a maiden desiring of beauty which she believes to have been forfeited or deprived of by the callously whimsical play with her fate by the supernatural powers-that-be on a lark.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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