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JANE BARLOW (1857- )
THE FLITTING OF THE FAIRIES
From the " End of Elfintown."
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HEN Oberon spake the word of might That set the enchanted cars in sight; But love I lack, to tell aright Where these had waited hidden. Perchance the clear airs round us rolled In secret cells did them enfold, Like evening dew that none behold Till to the sward 'tis slidden.
And who can say what wizardize Had fashioned them in marvelous wise, And given them power to stoop and rise
More high than thought hath traveled ? Somewhat of cloud their frames consist, But more of meteor's luminous mist, All girt with strands of seven-hued twist
From rainbow's verge unraveled.
'Tis said, and I believe it well, That whoso mounts their magic selle, Goes, if he list, invisible
Beneath the broadest moonlight; |
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