The Indian Girl Tells the Hero Where to Go to Get the Laughing Bell

"To the farthest star of all,         Go, make a moment's raid.         To the west - escape the earth         Before your pennons fade!         West! west! o'ertake the night         That flees the morning sun.         There's a path between the stars -         A black and silent one.         O tremble when you near         The smallest star that sings:         Only the farthest star         Is cool for willow wings.         "There's a sky within the west -         There's a sky beyond the skies         Where only one star shines -         The Star of Laughing Bells -         In Chaos-land it lies;         Cold as morning-dew,         A gray and tiny boat         Moored on Chaos-shore,         Where nothing else can float         But the Wings of the Morning strong         And the lilt of laughing song         From many a ruddy throat:         "For the Tree of Laughing Bells         Grew from a bleeding seed         Planted mid enchantment         Played on a harp and reed:         Darkness was the harp -         Chaos-wind the reed;         The fruit of the tree is a bell, blood-red -         The seed was the heart of a fairy, dead.         Part of the bells of the Laughing Tree         Fell to-day at a blast from the reed.         Bring a fallen bell to me.         Go!" the maiden said.         "For the bell will quench our memory,         Our hope,         Our borrowed sorrow;         We will have no thirst for yesterday,         No thought for to-morrow."