FLIGHT THE THIRD. 1873. FATA MORGANA. SWEET illusions of Song, That tempt me everywhere, In the lonely fields, and the throng Of the crowded thoroughfare! I approach, and ye vanish away, As the weary traveller sees, That a pleasant shadow cast: Fair towns with turrets high, So I wander and wander along, And for ever before me gleams The shining city of song, In the beautiful land of dreams. But when I would enter the gate |