,AROUND my lonely hearth to-night:Ghostlike the shadows wander,Now here, now there, a childish sprite,Earthborn and yet as angel bright.Seems near me as I ponderGaily she shouts: the laughing air-Echoes her note of gladnessOr bends herself with earnest careRound fairy-fortress to prepare-Grim battlement or turret-stair!In childhood’s merry madness