The Fairy Lover

SHE lay beneath an apple tree,
    A marble maiden, free from care;
And round her was a canopy
    Of moonlit air.

He made his bed among the leaf,
    And on a petal softly blown,
He touched a vein upon her brow
    With grief unknown.

Then lightly, where the lashes fall,
    Entered the chamber of her soul;
And, finding there a silver bell,
    He made it toll.