The Culprit Fay Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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My visual orbs are purged from film and loA
Instead of Anster's turnip bearing valesB
I see old fairy land's miraculous showA
Her trees of tinsel kissed by freakish galesB
Her Ouphs that cloaked in leaf gold skim the breezeC
And fairies swarmingD
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Tennant's Anster FairE
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'Tis the middle watch of a summer's nightF
The earth is dark but the heavens are brightF
Nought is seen in the vault on high-
But the moon and the stars and the cloudless sky-
And the flood which rolls its milky hueG
A river of light on the welkin blueG
The moon looks down on old CronestF
She mellows the shades on his shaggy breastF
And seems his huge gray form to throwA
In a sliver cone on the wave belowA
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His sides are broken by spots of shadeF
By the walnut bough and the cedar madeF
And through their clustering branches darkH
Glimmers and dies the fire fly's sparkH
Like starry twinkles that momently breakI
Through the rifts of the gathering tempest's rackJ
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The stars are on the moving streamK
And fling as its ripples gently flowA
A burnished length of wavy beamK
In an eel like spiral line belowA
The winds are whist and the owl is stillL
The bat in the shelvy rock is hidF
And nought is heard on the lonely hillL
But the cricket's chirp and the answer shrillL
Of the gauze winged katy didF
And the plaint of the wailing whip poor willL
Who moans unseen and ceaseless singsM
Ever a note of wail and woA
Till morning spreads her rosy wingsM
And earth and sky in her glances glowA
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'Tis the hour of fairy ban and spellN
The wood tick has kept the minutes wellN
He has counted them all with click and strokeO
Deep in the heart of the mountain oakO
And he has awakened the sentry elve-
Who sleeps with him in the haunted treeP
To bid him ring the hour of twelve-
And call the fays to their revelryP
Twelve small strokes on his tinkling bellN
'Twas made of the white snail's pearly shellN
Midnight comes and all is wellN
Hither hither wing your wayQ
'Tis the dawn of the fairy dayQ
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They come from beds of lichen greenR
They creep from the mullen's velvet screenR
Some on the backs of beetles fly-
From the silver tops of moon touched treesC
Where they swung in their cobweb hammocks high-
And rock'd about in the evening breezeC
Some from the hum bird's downy nestF
They had driven him out by elfin powerS
And pillowed on plumes of his rainbow breastF
Had slumbered there till the charmed hourS
Some had lain in the scoop of the rockT
With glittering ising stars inlaidF
And some had opened the four o'clockT
And stole within its purple shadeF
And now they throng the moonlight gladeF
Above below on every sideF
Their little minim forms arrayedF
In the tricksy pomp of fairy prideF
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They come not now to print the lea-
In freak and dance around the tree-
Or at the mushroom board to supU
And drink the dew from the buttercupU
A scene of sorrow waits them nowV
For an Ouphe has broken his vestal vowV
He has loved an earthly maidF
And left for her his woodland shadeF
He has lain upon her lip of dewF
And sunned him in her eye of blueF
Fann'd her cheek with his wing of airE
Played in the ringlets of her hairE
And nestling on her snowy breastF
Forgot the lily king's behestF
For this the shadowy tribes of airE
To the elfin court must haste awayQ
And now they stand expectant thereE
To hear the doom of the Culprit FayQ
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The throne was reared upon the grassW
Of spice wood and of sassafrasW
On pillars of mottled tortoise shellN
Hung the burnished canopy-
And o'er it gorgeous curtains fellN
Of the tulip's crimson drapery-
The monarch sat on his judgment seatF
On his brow the crown imperial shoneX
The prisoner Fay was at his feetF
And his peers were ranged around the throneX
He waved his sceptre in the airE
He looked around and calmly spokeO
His brow was grave and his eye severeY
But his voice in a softened accent brokeO
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Fairy Fairy list and markH
Thou hast broke thine elfin chainZ
Thy flame wood lamp is quenched and darkH
And thy wings are dyed with a deadly stainZ
Thou hast sullied thine elfin purity-
In the glance of a mortal maiden's eye-
Thou hast scorned our dread decree-
And thou shouldst pay the forfeit high-
But well I know her sinless mindF
Is pure as the angel forms above-
Gentle and meek and chaste and kindF
Such as a spirit well might love-
Fairy had she spot or taintF
Bitter had been thy punishmentF
Tied to the hornet's shardy wingsM
Tossed on the pricks of nettles' stingsM
Or seven long ages doomed to dwellN
With the lazy worm in the walnut shellN
Or every night to writhe and bleedF
Beneath the tread of the centipedeF
Or bound in a cobweb dungeon dimA2
Your jailer a spider huge and grimA2
Amid the carrion bodies to lie-
Of the worm and the bug and the murdered fly-
These it had been your lot to bearE
Had a stain been found on the earthly fairE
Now list and mark our mild decree-
Fairy this your doom must be-
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Thou shalt seek the beach of sandF
Where the water bounds the elfin landF
Thou shalt watch the oozy brineB2
Till the sturgeon leaps in the bright moonshineB2
Then dart the glistening arch belowA
And catch a drop from his silver bowV
The water sprites will wield their armsC2
And dash around with roar and rave-
And vain are the woodland spirits' charmsC2
They are the imps that rule the wave-
Yet trust thee in thy single mightF
If thy heart be pure and thy spirit rightF
Thou shalt win the warlock fightF
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If the spray bead gem be wonD2
The stain of thy wing is washed awayQ
But another errand must be doneD2
Ere thy crime be lost for aye-
Thy flame wood lamp is quenched and darkH
Thou must re illume its sparkH
Mount thy steed and spur him high-
To the heaven's blue canopy-
And when thou seest a shooting starE2
Follow it fast and follow it farE2
The last faint spark of its burning trainZ
Shall light the elfin lamp againF2
Thou hast heard our sentence FayQ
Hence to the water side awayQ
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The goblin marked his monarch wellN
He spake not but he bowed him lowA
Then plucked a crimson colen bellN
And turned him round in act to goA
The way is long he cannot fly-
His soiled wing has lost its powerS
And he winds adown the mountain high-
For many a sore and weary hourS
Through dreary beds of tangled fernG2
Through groves of nightshade dark and dernG2
Over the grass and through the brakeI
Where toils the ant and sleeps the snakeI
Now o'er the violet's azure flushH2
He skips along in lightsome moodF
And now he thrids the bramble bushI2
Till its points are dyed in fairy bloodF
He has leapt the bog he has pierced the briarS
He has swum the brook and waded the mireJ2
Till his spirits sank and his limbs grew weakK2
And the red waxed fainter in his cheekK2
He had fallen to the ground outrightF
For rugged and dim was his onward trackJ
But there came a spotted toad in sightF
And he laughed as he jumped upon her backJ
He bridled her mouth with a silk weed twistF
He lashed her sides with an osier thongL2
And now through evening's dewy mistF
With leap and spring they bound alongL2
Till the mountain's magic verge is pastF
And the beach of sand is reached at lastF
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Soft and pale is the moony beamK
Moveless still the glassy streamK
The wave is clear the beach is brightF
With snowy shells and sparkling stonesC2
The shore surge comes in ripples lightF
In murmurings faint and distant moansC2
And ever afar in the silence deepM2
Is heard the splash of the sturgeon's leapM2
And the bend of his graceful bow is seenR
A glittering arch of silver sheenR
Spanning the wave of burnished blueF
And dripping with gems of the river dewF
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The elfin cast a glance aroundF
As he lighted down from his courser toadF
Then round his breast his wings he woundF
And close to the river's brink he strodeF
He sprang on a rock he breathed a prayerE
Above his head his arms he threwF
Then tossed a tiny curve in airE
And headlong plunged in the waters blueF
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Up sprung the spirits of the wavesC2
From sea silk beds in their coral cavesC2
With snail plate armour snatched in hasteF
They speed their way through the liquid wasteF
Some are rapidly borne alongL2
On the mailed shrimp or the prickly prongL2
Some on the blood red leeches glideF
Some on the stony star fish rideF
Some on the back of the lancing squabV
Some on the sidelong soldier crabV
And some on the jellied quarl that flingsC2
At once a thousand streamy stingsC2
They cut the wave with the living oarN2
And hurry on to the moonlight shoreN2
To guard their realms and chase awayQ
The footsteps of the invading FayQ
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Fearlessly he skims alongL2
His hope is high and his limbs are strongL2
He spreads his arms like the swallow's wingD
And throws his feet with a frog like flingD
His locks of gold on the waters shineB2
At his breast the tiny foam beads riseC2
His back gleams bright above the brineB2
And the wake line foam behind him liesC2
But the water sprites are gathering nearY
To check his course along the tideF
Their warriors come in swift careerY
And hem him round on every sideF
On his thigh the leech has fixed his holdF
The quarl's long arms are round him roll'dF
The prickly prong has pierced his skinO2
And the squab has thrown his javelinD2
The gritty star has rubbed him rawP2
And the crab has struck with his giant clawQ2
He howls with rage and he shrieks with painZ
He strikes around but his blows are vainZ
Hopeless is the unequal fightF
Fairy nought is left but flightF
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He turned him round and fled amainZ
With hurry and dash to the beach againZ
He twisted over from side to sideF
And laid his cheek to the cleaving tideF
The strokes of his plunging arms are fleetF
And with all his might he flings his feetF
But the water sprites are round him stillL
To cross his path and work him illL
They bade the wave before him riseC2
They flung the sea fire in his eyesC2
And they stunned his ears with the scallop strokeO
With the porpoise heave and the drum fish croakO
Oh but a weary wight was he-
When he reached the foot of the dog wood tree-
Gashed and wounded and stiff and soreN2
He laid him down on the sandy shoreN2
He blessed the force of the charmed lineZ
And he banned the water goblin's spiteF
For he saw around in the sweet moonshineZ
Their little wee faces above the brineZ
Giggling and laughing with all their mightF
At the piteous hap of the Fairy wightF
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Soon he gathered the balsam dewF
From the sorrel leaf and the henbane budF
Over each wound the balm he drewF
And with cobweb lint he stanched the bloodF
The mild west wind was soft and lowA
It cooled the heat of his burning browV
And he felt new life in his sinews shootF
As he drank the juice of the cal'mus rootF
And now he treads the fatal shoreN2
As fresh and vigorous as beforeN2
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Wrapped in musing stands the spriteF
'Tis the middle wane of nightF
His task is hard his way is farE2
But he must do his errand rightF
Ere dawning mounts her beamy carE2
And rolls her chariot wheels of lightF
And vain are the spells of fairy landF
He must work with a human handF
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He cast a saddened look aroundF
But he felt new joy his bosom swellN
When glittering on the shadowed groundF
He saw a purple muscle shellN
Thither he ran and he bent him lowA
He heaved at the stern and he heaved at the bowV
And he pushed her over the yielding sandF
Till he came to the verge of the haunted landF
She was as lovely a pleasure boatF
As ever fairy had paddled inZ
For she glowed with purple paint withoutF
And shone with silvery pearl withinZ
A sculler's notch in the stern he madeF
An oar he shaped of the bootle bladeF
Then spung to his seat with a lightsome leapM2
And launched afar on the calm blue deepM2
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The imps of the river yell and raveQ
They had no power above the waveQ
But they heaved the billow before the prowV
And they dashed the surge against her sideF
And they struck her keel with jerk and blowA
Till the gunwale bent to the rocking tideF
She wimpled about in the pale moonbeamK
Like a feather that floats on a wind tossed streamK
And momently athwart her trackJ
The quarl upreared his island backJ
And the fluttering scallop behind would floatF
And patter the water about the boatF
But he bailed her out with his colen bellN
And he kept her trimmed with a wary treadF
While on every side like lightening fellN
The heavy strokes of his bootle bladeF
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Onward still he held his wayQ
Till he came where the column of moonshine layQ
And saw beneath the surface dimA2
The brown backed sturgeon slowly swimA2
Around him were the goblin trainZ
But he sculled with all his might and mainZ
And followed wherever the sturgeon ledF
Till he saw him upward point his headF
Then he dropped his paddle bladeF
And held his colen goblet upU
To catch the drop in its crimson cupU
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With sweeping tail and quivering finZ
Through the wave the sturgeon flewF
And like the heaven shot javelinZ
He sprug above the waters blueF
Instant as the star fall lightF
He plunged him in the deep againZ
But left an arch of silver brightF
The rainbow of the moony mainZ
It was a strange and lovely sightF
To see the puny goblin thereE
He seemed an angel form of lightF
With azure wing and sunny hairE
Throned on a cloud of purple fairE
Circled with blue and edged with whiteF
And sitting at the fall of evenZ
Beneath the bow of summer heavenZ
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A moment and its lustre fellN
But ere it met the billow blueF
He caught within his crimson bellN
A droplet of its sparkling dewF
Joy to thee Fay thy task is doneZ
Thy wings are pure for the gem is wonZ
Cheerly ply thy dripping oarN2
And haste away to the elfin shoreN2
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He turns and lo on either sideF
The ripples on his path divideF
And the track o'er which his boat must passC2
Is smooth as a sheet of polished glassC2
Around their limbs the sea nymphs laveQ
With snowy arms half swelling outF
While on the glossed and gleamy waveQ
Their sea green ringlets loosely floatF
They swim around with smile and songL2
They press the bark with pearly handF
And gently urge her course alongL2
Toward the beach of speckled sandF
And as he lightly leapt to landF
They bade adieu with nod and bowV
Then gayly kissed each little handF
And dropped in the crystal deep belowA
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A moment staied the fairy thereE
He kissed the beach and breathed a prayerE
Then spread his wings of gilded blueF
And on to the elfin court he flewF
As ever ye saw a bubble riseC2
And shine with a thousand changing dyesC2
Till lessening far through ether drivenZ
It mingles with the hues of heavenZ
As at the glimpse of morning paleR2
The lance fly spreads his silken sailR2
And gleams with blendings soft and brightF
Till lost in the shades of fading nightF
So rose from earth the lovely FayQ
So vanished far in heaven awayQ
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Up Fairy quit thy chick weed bowerS
The cricket has called the second hourS
Twice again and the lark will riseC2
To kiss the streaking of the skiesC2
Up thy charmed armour donZ
Thou'lt need it ere the night be goneZ
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He put his acorn helmet onZ
It was plumed of the silk of the thistle downZ
The corslet plate that guarded his breastF
Was once the wild bee's golden vestF
His cloak of a thousand mingled dyesC2
Was formed of the wings of butterfliesC2
His shield was the shell of a lady bug queenZ
Studs of gold on a ground of greenZ
And the quivering lance which he brandished brightF
Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fightF
Swift he bestrode his fire fly steedF
He bared his blade of the bent grass blueF
He drove his spurs of the cockle seedF
And away like a glance of thought he flewF
To skim the heavens and follow farE2
The fiery trail of the rocket starE2
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The moth fly as he shot in airE
Crept under the leaf and hid her thereE
The katy did forgot its layQ
The prowling gnat fled fast awayQ
The fell mosqueto checked his droneZ
And folded his wings till the Fay was goneZ
And the wily beetle dropped his headF
And fell on the ground as if he were deadF
They crouched them close in the darksome shadeF
They quaked all o'er with awe and fearY
For they had felt the blue bent bladeF
And writhed at the prick of the elfin spearY
Many a time on a summer's nightF
When the sky was clear and the moon was brightF
They had been roused from the haunted groundF
By the yelp and bay of the fairy houndF
They had heard the tiny bugle hornZ
They had heard of twang of the maize silk stringD
When the vine twig bows were tightly drawnZ
And the nettle shaft through the air was borneZ
Feathered with down the hum bird's wingD
And now they deemed the courier oupheQ
Some hunter sprite of the elfin groundF
And they watched till they saw him mount the roofQ
That canopies the world aroundF
Then glad they left their covert lairE
And freaked about in the midnight airE
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Up to the vaulted firmamentF
His path the fire fly courser bentF
And at every gallop on the windF
He flung a glittering spark behindF
He flies like a feather in the blastF
Till the first light cloud in heaven is pastF
But the shapes of air have begun their workS2
And a drizzly mist is round him castF
He cannot see through the mantle murkS2
He shivers with cold but he urges fastF
Through storm and darkness sleet and shadeF
He lashes his steed and spurs amainZ
For shadowy hands have twitched the reinZ
And flame shot tongues around him playedF
And near him many a fiendish eye-
Glared with a fell malignityF
And yells of rage and shrieks of fearY
Came screaming on his startled earT2
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His wings are wet around his breastF
The plume hangs dripping from his crestF
His eyes are blur'd with the lightning's glareE
And his ears are stunned with the thunder's blareE
But he gave a shout and his blade he drewF
He thrust before and he struck behindF
Till he pierced their cloudy bodies throughF
And gashed their shadowy limbs of windF
Howling the misty spectres flewF
They rend the air with frightful criesC2
For he has gained the welkin blueF
And the land of clouds beneath him liesC2
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Up to the cope careering swiftF
In breathless motion fastF
Fleet as the swallow cuts the driftF
Or the sea roc rides the blastF
The sapphire sheet of eve is shotF
The sphered moon is pastF
The earth but seems a tiny blotF
On a sheet of azure castF
O it was sweet in the clear moonlightF
To tread the starry plain of evenZ
To meet the thousand eyes of nightF
And feel the cooling breath of heavenZ
But the Elfin made no stop or stayF
Till he came to the bank of the milky wayF
Then he checked his courser's footF
And watched for the glimpse of the planet shootF
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Sudden along the snowy tideF
That swelled to meet their footstep's fallU2
The sylphs of heaven were seen to glideF
Attired in sunset's crimson pallV2
Around the Fay they weave the danceC2
They skip before him on the plainZ
And one has taken his wasp sting lanceC2
And one upholds his bridle reinZ
With warblings wild they lead him onZ
To where through clouds of amber seenZ
Studded with stars resplendent shoneZ
The palace of the sylphid queenZ
Its spiral columns gleaming brightF
Were streamers of the northern lightF
Its curtain's light and lovely flushH2
Was of the morning's rosy blushH2
And the ceiling fair that rose aboonZ
The white and feathery fleece of noonZ
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But oh how fair the shape that layF
Beneath a rainbow bending brightF
She seemed to the entranced FayF
The loveliest of the forms of lightF
Her mantle was the purple rolledF
At twilight in the west afarE2
'Twas tied with threads of dawning goldF
And buttoned with a sparkling starE2
Her face was like the lily roonZ
That veils the vestal planet's hueF
Her eyes two beamlets from the moonZ
Set floating in the welkin blueF
Her hair is like the sunny beamK
And the diamond gems which round it gleamK
Are the pure drops of dewy evenZ
That ne'er have left their native heavenZ
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She raised her eyes to the wondering spriteF
And they leapt with smiles for well I weenZ
Never before in the bowers of lightF
Had the form of an earthly Fay been seenZ
Long she looked in his tiny faceC2
Long with his butterfly cloak she playedF
She smoothed his wings of azure laceC2
And handled the tassel of his bladeF
And as he told in accents lowA
The story of his love and woA
She felt new pains in her bosom riseC2
And the tear drop started in her eyesC2
And 'O sweet spirit of earth ' she criedF
'Return no more to your woodland heightF
But ever here with me abideF
In the land of everlasting lightF
Within the fleecy drift we'll lie-
We'll hang upon the rainbow's rimA2
And all the jewels of the sky-
Around thy brow shall brightly beamK
And thou shalt bathe thee in the streamK
That rolls its whitening foam aboonZ
And ride upon the lightning's gleamK
And dance upon the orbed moonZ
We'll sit within the Pleiad ringD
We'll rest on Orion's starry beltF
And I will bid my sylphs to singD
The song that makes the dew mist meltF
Their harps are of the umber shadeF
That hides the blush of waking dayF
And every gleamy string is madeF
Of silvery moonshine's lengthened rayF
And thou shalt pillow on my breastF
While heavenly breathings float aroundF
And with the sylphs of ether blestF
Forget the joys of fairy ground '-
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She was lovely and fair to seeC2
And the elfin's heart beat fitfullyC2
But lovelier far and still more fairE
The earthly form imprinted thereE
Nought he saw in the heavens aboveQ
Was half so dear as his mortal loveQ
For he thought upon her looks so meekK2
And he thought of the light flush on her cheekK2
Never again might he bask and lie-
On that sweet cheek and moonlight eye-
But in his dreams her form to seeC2
To clasp her in his reverieC2
To think upon his virgin brideF
Was worth all heaven and earth besideF
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'Lady ' he cried 'I have sworn to nightF
On the word of a fairy knightF
To do my sentence task arightF
My honour scarce is free from stainZ
I may not soil its snows againZ
Betide me weal betide me woA
Its mandate must be answered now '-
Her bosom heaved with many a sighQ
The tear was in her drooping eyeQ
But she led him to the palace gateF
And called the sylphs who hovered thereE
And bade them fly and bring him straightF
Of clouds condensed a sable carE2
With charm and spell she blessed it thereE
From all the fiends of upper airE
Then round him cast the shadowy shroudF
And tied his steed behind the cloudF
And pressed his hand as she bade him flyQ
Far to the verge of the northern skyQ
For by its wane and wavering lightF
There was a star would fall to nightF
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Borne after on the wings of the blastF
Northward away he speeds him fastF
And his courser follows the cloudy wainZ
Till the hoof strokes fall like pattering rainZ
The clouds roll backward as he fliesC2
Each flickering star behind him liesC2
And he has reached the northern plainZ
And backed his fire fly steed againZ
Ready to follow in its flightF
The streaming of the rocket lightF
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The star is yet in the vault of heavenZ
But its rocks in the summer galeR2
And now 'tis fitful and unevenZ
And now 'tis deadly paleR2
And now 'tis wrapp'd in sulphur smokeO
And quenched is its rayless beamK
And now with a rattling thunder strokeO
It bursts in flash and flameW2
As swift as the glance of the arrowy lanceC2
That the storm spirit flings from highQ
The star shot flew o'er the welkin blueF
As it fell from the sheeted skyQ
As swift as the wind in its trail behindF
The elfin gallops alongL2
The fiends of the clouds are bellowing loudF
But the sylphid charm is strongL2
He gallops unhurt in the shower of fireS
While the cloud fiends fly from the blazeC2
He watches each flake till its sparks expireJ2
And rides in the light of its raysC2
But he drove his steed to the lightning's speedF
And caught a glimmering sparkH
Then wheeled around to the fairy groundF
And sped through the midnight darkH
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Ouphe and goblin imp and spriteF
Elf of eve and starry FayQ
Ye that love the moon's soft lightF
Hither hither wend your wayQ
Twine ye in the jocund ringD
Sing and trip it merrilyC2
Hand to hand and wing to wingD
Round the wild witch hazel treeC2
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Hail the wanderer againZ
With dance and song and lute and lyreJ2
Pure his wing and strong his chainZ
And doubly bright his fairy fireS
Twine ye in an airy roundF
Brush the dew and print the leaC2
Skip and gambol hop and boundF
Round the wild witch hazel treeC2
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The beetle guards our holy groundF
He flies about the haunted placeC2
And if mortal there be foundF
He hums in his ears and flaps his faceC2
The leaf harp sounds our roundelayC2
The owlet's eyes our lanterns beC2
Thus we sing and dance and playC2
Round the wild witch hazel treeC2
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But hark from tower on tree top highQ
The sentry elf his call has madeF
A streak is in the eastern skyQ
Shapes of moonlight flit and fadeF
The hill tops gleam in morning's springD
The sky lark shakes his dappled wingD
The day glimpse glimmers on the lawnZ
The cock has crowed the Fays are goneZ

Joseph Rodman Drake



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