’Tis said, she first was changed into a vapour, And then into a cloud, such clouds as flit, Like splendour-wingèd moths about a taper, Round the red west when the sun dies in it: And then into a meteor, such as caper On hill-tops when the moon is in a fit: Then, into one of those mysterious stars Which hide themselves between the Earth and Mars …This Percy Shelley’s poem is perfect because introduces “The High Mountain Court” by A.K. Mulford to perfection.For all the latest, keep an eye out for updates on and by following me on Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100086015437796 and Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/intotheb00ks/.If you want to support my work, here you’ll find the link to my PayPal address: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/IntoTheBooks