The Lost Pleiad

Beautiful sisters! tell me, do you ever
Dream of the loved and lost one, she who fell
And faded in Love's turbid, crimson river?
The sacred secret tell.
Calmly the purple heavens reposed around her,
As, chanting harmonies, she danced along:
Ere Eros in his silken meshes bound her,
Her being pass'd in song.
Once on a day she lay in dreamy slumber;
Beside her slept her golden-tongued lyre;
And radiant visions — fancies without number —
Fill'd breast and brain with fire.
She dream'd; and in her dreams saw bending o'er her
A form her fervid fancy deified;
And, waking, view'd the noble one before her,
Who woo'd her as his bride.
What words, what passionate words he breathed, beseeching,
Have long been lost in the descending years;
Nevertheless, she listen'd to his teaching,
Smiling between her tears.
And ever since that hour the happy maiden
Wanders unknown of any one but Jove;
Regretting not the lost Olympian Aidenn
In the Elysium — Love!