The Bubble

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  See the pretty planet!
  Floating sphere!
  Faintest breeze will fan it
  Far or near;

  World as light as feather;
  Moonshine rays,
  Rainbow tints together,
  As it plays.

  Drooping, sinking, failing,
  Nigh to earth,
  Mounting, whirling, sailing,
  Full of mirth;

  Life there, welling, flowing,
  Waving round;
  Pictures coming, going,
  Without sound.

  Quick now, be this airy
  Globe repelled!
  Never can the fairy
  Star be held.

  Touched--it in a twinkle
  Disappears!
  Leaving but a sprinkle,
  As of tears.

© William Allingham