The Culprit Fay Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Instead of Anster's turnip bearing vales | B |
I see old fairy land's miraculous show | A |
Her trees of tinsel kissed by freakish gales | B |
Her Ouphs that cloaked in leaf gold skim the breeze | C |
And fairies swarming | D |
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Tennant's Anster Fair | E |
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I | - |
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'Tis the middle watch of a summer's night | F |
The earth is dark but the heavens are bright | F |
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 hue | G |
A river of light on the welkin blue | G |
The moon looks down on old Cronest | F |
She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast | F |
And seems his huge gray form to throw | A |
In a sliver cone on the wave below | A |
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His sides are broken by spots of shade | F |
By the walnut bough and the cedar made | F |
And through their clustering branches dark | H |
Glimmers and dies the fire fly's spark | H |
Like starry twinkles that momently break | I |
Through the rifts of the gathering tempest's rack | J |
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II | - |
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The stars are on the moving stream | K |
And fling as its ripples gently flow | A |
A burnished length of wavy beam | K |
In an eel like spiral line below | A |
The winds are whist and the owl is still | L |
The bat in the shelvy rock is hid | F |
And nought is heard on the lonely hill | L |
But the cricket's chirp and the answer shrill | L |
Of the gauze winged katy did | F |
And the plaint of the wailing whip poor will | L |
Who moans unseen and ceaseless sings | M |
Ever a note of wail and wo | A |
Till morning spreads her rosy wings | M |
And earth and sky in her glances glow | A |
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III | - |
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'Tis the hour of fairy ban and spell | N |
The wood tick has kept the minutes well | N |
He has counted them all with click and stroke | O |
Deep in the heart of the mountain oak | O |
And he has awakened the sentry elve | - |
Who sleeps with him in the haunted tree | P |
To bid him ring the hour of twelve | - |
And call the fays to their revelry | P |
Twelve small strokes on his tinkling bell | N |
'Twas made of the white snail's pearly shell | N |
Midnight comes and all is well | N |
Hither hither wing your way | Q |
'Tis the dawn of the fairy day | Q |
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IV | - |
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They come from beds of lichen green | R |
They creep from the mullen's velvet screen | R |
Some on the backs of beetles fly | - |
From the silver tops of moon touched trees | C |
Where they swung in their cobweb hammocks high | - |
And rock'd about in the evening breeze | C |
Some from the hum bird's downy nest | F |
They had driven him out by elfin power | S |
And pillowed on plumes of his rainbow breast | F |
Had slumbered there till the charmed hour | S |
Some had lain in the scoop of the rock | T |
With glittering ising stars inlaid | F |
And some had opened the four o'clock | T |
And stole within its purple shade | F |
And now they throng the moonlight glade | F |
Above below on every side | F |
Their little minim forms arrayed | F |
In the tricksy pomp of fairy pride | F |
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V | - |
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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 sup | U |
And drink the dew from the buttercup | U |
A scene of sorrow waits them now | V |
For an Ouphe has broken his vestal vow | V |
He has loved an earthly maid | F |
And left for her his woodland shade | F |
He has lain upon her lip of dew | F |
And sunned him in her eye of blue | F |
Fann'd her cheek with his wing of air | E |
Played in the ringlets of her hair | E |
And nestling on her snowy breast | F |
Forgot the lily king's behest | F |
For this the shadowy tribes of air | E |
To the elfin court must haste away | Q |
And now they stand expectant there | E |
To hear the doom of the Culprit Fay | Q |
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VI | - |
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The throne was reared upon the grass | W |
Of spice wood and of sassafras | W |
On pillars of mottled tortoise shell | N |
Hung the burnished canopy | - |
And o'er it gorgeous curtains fell | N |
Of the tulip's crimson drapery | - |
The monarch sat on his judgment seat | F |
On his brow the crown imperial shone | X |
The prisoner Fay was at his feet | F |
And his peers were ranged around the throne | X |
He waved his sceptre in the air | E |
He looked around and calmly spoke | O |
His brow was grave and his eye severe | Y |
But his voice in a softened accent broke | O |
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VII | - |
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Fairy Fairy list and mark | H |
Thou hast broke thine elfin chain | Z |
Thy flame wood lamp is quenched and dark | H |
And thy wings are dyed with a deadly stain | Z |
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 mind | F |
Is pure as the angel forms above | - |
Gentle and meek and chaste and kind | F |
Such as a spirit well might love | - |
Fairy had she spot or taint | F |
Bitter had been thy punishment | F |
Tied to the hornet's shardy wings | M |
Tossed on the pricks of nettles' stings | M |
Or seven long ages doomed to dwell | N |
With the lazy worm in the walnut shell | N |
Or every night to writhe and bleed | F |
Beneath the tread of the centipede | F |
Or bound in a cobweb dungeon dim | A2 |
Your jailer a spider huge and grim | A2 |
Amid the carrion bodies to lie | - |
Of the worm and the bug and the murdered fly | - |
These it had been your lot to bear | E |
Had a stain been found on the earthly fair | E |
Now list and mark our mild decree | - |
Fairy this your doom must be | - |
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VIII | - |
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Thou shalt seek the beach of sand | F |
Where the water bounds the elfin land | F |
Thou shalt watch the oozy brine | B2 |
Till the sturgeon leaps in the bright moonshine | B2 |
Then dart the glistening arch below | A |
And catch a drop from his silver bow | V |
The water sprites will wield their arms | C2 |
And dash around with roar and rave | - |
And vain are the woodland spirits' charms | C2 |
They are the imps that rule the wave | - |
Yet trust thee in thy single might | F |
If thy heart be pure and thy spirit right | F |
Thou shalt win the warlock fight | F |
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IX | C2 |
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If the spray bead gem be won | D2 |
The stain of thy wing is washed away | Q |
But another errand must be done | D2 |
Ere thy crime be lost for aye | - |
Thy flame wood lamp is quenched and dark | H |
Thou must re illume its spark | H |
Mount thy steed and spur him high | - |
To the heaven's blue canopy | - |
And when thou seest a shooting star | E2 |
Follow it fast and follow it far | E2 |
The last faint spark of its burning train | Z |
Shall light the elfin lamp again | F2 |
Thou hast heard our sentence Fay | Q |
Hence to the water side away | Q |
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X | C2 |
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The goblin marked his monarch well | N |
He spake not but he bowed him low | A |
Then plucked a crimson colen bell | N |
And turned him round in act to go | A |
The way is long he cannot fly | - |
His soiled wing has lost its power | S |
And he winds adown the mountain high | - |
For many a sore and weary hour | S |
Through dreary beds of tangled fern | G2 |
Through groves of nightshade dark and dern | G2 |
Over the grass and through the brake | I |
Where toils the ant and sleeps the snake | I |
Now o'er the violet's azure flush | H2 |
He skips along in lightsome mood | F |
And now he thrids the bramble bush | I2 |
Till its points are dyed in fairy blood | F |
He has leapt the bog he has pierced the briar | S |
He has swum the brook and waded the mire | J2 |
Till his spirits sank and his limbs grew weak | K2 |
And the red waxed fainter in his cheek | K2 |
He had fallen to the ground outright | F |
For rugged and dim was his onward track | J |
But there came a spotted toad in sight | F |
And he laughed as he jumped upon her back | J |
He bridled her mouth with a silk weed twist | F |
He lashed her sides with an osier thong | L2 |
And now through evening's dewy mist | F |
With leap and spring they bound along | L2 |
Till the mountain's magic verge is past | F |
And the beach of sand is reached at last | F |
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XI | - |
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Soft and pale is the moony beam | K |
Moveless still the glassy stream | K |
The wave is clear the beach is bright | F |
With snowy shells and sparkling stones | C2 |
The shore surge comes in ripples light | F |
In murmurings faint and distant moans | C2 |
And ever afar in the silence deep | M2 |
Is heard the splash of the sturgeon's leap | M2 |
And the bend of his graceful bow is seen | R |
A glittering arch of silver sheen | R |
Spanning the wave of burnished blue | F |
And dripping with gems of the river dew | F |
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XII | C2 |
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The elfin cast a glance around | F |
As he lighted down from his courser toad | F |
Then round his breast his wings he wound | F |
And close to the river's brink he strode | F |
He sprang on a rock he breathed a prayer | E |
Above his head his arms he threw | F |
Then tossed a tiny curve in air | E |
And headlong plunged in the waters blue | F |
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XIII | C2 |
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Up sprung the spirits of the waves | C2 |
From sea silk beds in their coral caves | C2 |
With snail plate armour snatched in haste | F |
They speed their way through the liquid waste | F |
Some are rapidly borne along | L2 |
On the mailed shrimp or the prickly prong | L2 |
Some on the blood red leeches glide | F |
Some on the stony star fish ride | F |
Some on the back of the lancing squab | V |
Some on the sidelong soldier crab | V |
And some on the jellied quarl that flings | C2 |
At once a thousand streamy stings | C2 |
They cut the wave with the living oar | N2 |
And hurry on to the moonlight shore | N2 |
To guard their realms and chase away | Q |
The footsteps of the invading Fay | Q |
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XIV | Q |
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Fearlessly he skims along | L2 |
His hope is high and his limbs are strong | L2 |
He spreads his arms like the swallow's wing | D |
And throws his feet with a frog like fling | D |
His locks of gold on the waters shine | B2 |
At his breast the tiny foam beads rise | C2 |
His back gleams bright above the brine | B2 |
And the wake line foam behind him lies | C2 |
But the water sprites are gathering near | Y |
To check his course along the tide | F |
Their warriors come in swift career | Y |
And hem him round on every side | F |
On his thigh the leech has fixed his hold | F |
The quarl's long arms are round him roll'd | F |
The prickly prong has pierced his skin | O2 |
And the squab has thrown his javelin | D2 |
The gritty star has rubbed him raw | P2 |
And the crab has struck with his giant claw | Q2 |
He howls with rage and he shrieks with pain | Z |
He strikes around but his blows are vain | Z |
Hopeless is the unequal fight | F |
Fairy nought is left but flight | F |
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XV | Q |
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He turned him round and fled amain | Z |
With hurry and dash to the beach again | Z |
He twisted over from side to side | F |
And laid his cheek to the cleaving tide | F |
The strokes of his plunging arms are fleet | F |
And with all his might he flings his feet | F |
But the water sprites are round him still | L |
To cross his path and work him ill | L |
They bade the wave before him rise | C2 |
They flung the sea fire in his eyes | C2 |
And they stunned his ears with the scallop stroke | O |
With the porpoise heave and the drum fish croak | O |
Oh but a weary wight was he | - |
When he reached the foot of the dog wood tree | - |
Gashed and wounded and stiff and sore | N2 |
He laid him down on the sandy shore | N2 |
He blessed the force of the charmed line | Z |
And he banned the water goblin's spite | F |
For he saw around in the sweet moonshine | Z |
Their little wee faces above the brine | Z |
Giggling and laughing with all their might | F |
At the piteous hap of the Fairy wight | F |
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XVI | Q |
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Soon he gathered the balsam dew | F |
From the sorrel leaf and the henbane bud | F |
Over each wound the balm he drew | F |
And with cobweb lint he stanched the blood | F |
The mild west wind was soft and low | A |
It cooled the heat of his burning brow | V |
And he felt new life in his sinews shoot | F |
As he drank the juice of the cal'mus root | F |
And now he treads the fatal shore | N2 |
As fresh and vigorous as before | N2 |
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XVII | Q |
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Wrapped in musing stands the sprite | F |
'Tis the middle wane of night | F |
His task is hard his way is far | E2 |
But he must do his errand right | F |
Ere dawning mounts her beamy car | E2 |
And rolls her chariot wheels of light | F |
And vain are the spells of fairy land | F |
He must work with a human hand | F |
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XVIII | Q |
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He cast a saddened look around | F |
But he felt new joy his bosom swell | N |
When glittering on the shadowed ground | F |
He saw a purple muscle shell | N |
Thither he ran and he bent him low | A |
He heaved at the stern and he heaved at the bow | V |
And he pushed her over the yielding sand | F |
Till he came to the verge of the haunted land | F |
She was as lovely a pleasure boat | F |
As ever fairy had paddled in | Z |
For she glowed with purple paint without | F |
And shone with silvery pearl within | Z |
A sculler's notch in the stern he made | F |
An oar he shaped of the bootle blade | F |
Then spung to his seat with a lightsome leap | M2 |
And launched afar on the calm blue deep | M2 |
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XIX | C2 |
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The imps of the river yell and rave | Q |
They had no power above the wave | Q |
But they heaved the billow before the prow | V |
And they dashed the surge against her side | F |
And they struck her keel with jerk and blow | A |
Till the gunwale bent to the rocking tide | F |
She wimpled about in the pale moonbeam | K |
Like a feather that floats on a wind tossed stream | K |
And momently athwart her track | J |
The quarl upreared his island back | J |
And the fluttering scallop behind would float | F |
And patter the water about the boat | F |
But he bailed her out with his colen bell | N |
And he kept her trimmed with a wary tread | F |
While on every side like lightening fell | N |
The heavy strokes of his bootle blade | F |
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XX | C2 |
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Onward still he held his way | Q |
Till he came where the column of moonshine lay | Q |
And saw beneath the surface dim | A2 |
The brown backed sturgeon slowly swim | A2 |
Around him were the goblin train | Z |
But he sculled with all his might and main | Z |
And followed wherever the sturgeon led | F |
Till he saw him upward point his head | F |
Then he dropped his paddle blade | F |
And held his colen goblet up | U |
To catch the drop in its crimson cup | U |
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XXI | C2 |
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With sweeping tail and quivering fin | Z |
Through the wave the sturgeon flew | F |
And like the heaven shot javelin | Z |
He sprug above the waters blue | F |
Instant as the star fall light | F |
He plunged him in the deep again | Z |
But left an arch of silver bright | F |
The rainbow of the moony main | Z |
It was a strange and lovely sight | F |
To see the puny goblin there | E |
He seemed an angel form of light | F |
With azure wing and sunny hair | E |
Throned on a cloud of purple fair | E |
Circled with blue and edged with white | F |
And sitting at the fall of even | Z |
Beneath the bow of summer heaven | Z |
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XXII | C2 |
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A moment and its lustre fell | N |
But ere it met the billow blue | F |
He caught within his crimson bell | N |
A droplet of its sparkling dew | F |
Joy to thee Fay thy task is done | Z |
Thy wings are pure for the gem is won | Z |
Cheerly ply thy dripping oar | N2 |
And haste away to the elfin shore | N2 |
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XXIII | C2 |
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He turns and lo on either side | F |
The ripples on his path divide | F |
And the track o'er which his boat must pass | C2 |
Is smooth as a sheet of polished glass | C2 |
Around their limbs the sea nymphs lave | Q |
With snowy arms half swelling out | F |
While on the glossed and gleamy wave | Q |
Their sea green ringlets loosely float | F |
They swim around with smile and song | L2 |
They press the bark with pearly hand | F |
And gently urge her course along | L2 |
Toward the beach of speckled sand | F |
And as he lightly leapt to land | F |
They bade adieu with nod and bow | V |
Then gayly kissed each little hand | F |
And dropped in the crystal deep below | A |
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XXIV | Q |
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A moment staied the fairy there | E |
He kissed the beach and breathed a prayer | E |
Then spread his wings of gilded blue | F |
And on to the elfin court he flew | F |
As ever ye saw a bubble rise | C2 |
And shine with a thousand changing dyes | C2 |
Till lessening far through ether driven | Z |
It mingles with the hues of heaven | Z |
As at the glimpse of morning pale | R2 |
The lance fly spreads his silken sail | R2 |
And gleams with blendings soft and bright | F |
Till lost in the shades of fading night | F |
So rose from earth the lovely Fay | Q |
So vanished far in heaven away | Q |
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Up Fairy quit thy chick weed bower | S |
The cricket has called the second hour | S |
Twice again and the lark will rise | C2 |
To kiss the streaking of the skies | C2 |
Up thy charmed armour don | Z |
Thou'lt need it ere the night be gone | Z |
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XXV | Q |
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He put his acorn helmet on | Z |
It was plumed of the silk of the thistle down | Z |
The corslet plate that guarded his breast | F |
Was once the wild bee's golden vest | F |
His cloak of a thousand mingled dyes | C2 |
Was formed of the wings of butterflies | C2 |
His shield was the shell of a lady bug queen | Z |
Studs of gold on a ground of green | Z |
And the quivering lance which he brandished bright | F |
Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight | F |
Swift he bestrode his fire fly steed | F |
He bared his blade of the bent grass blue | F |
He drove his spurs of the cockle seed | F |
And away like a glance of thought he flew | F |
To skim the heavens and follow far | E2 |
The fiery trail of the rocket star | E2 |
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XXVI | Q |
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The moth fly as he shot in air | E |
Crept under the leaf and hid her there | E |
The katy did forgot its lay | Q |
The prowling gnat fled fast away | Q |
The fell mosqueto checked his drone | Z |
And folded his wings till the Fay was gone | Z |
And the wily beetle dropped his head | F |
And fell on the ground as if he were dead | F |
They crouched them close in the darksome shade | F |
They quaked all o'er with awe and fear | Y |
For they had felt the blue bent blade | F |
And writhed at the prick of the elfin spear | Y |
Many a time on a summer's night | F |
When the sky was clear and the moon was bright | F |
They had been roused from the haunted ground | F |
By the yelp and bay of the fairy hound | F |
They had heard the tiny bugle horn | Z |
They had heard of twang of the maize silk string | D |
When the vine twig bows were tightly drawn | Z |
And the nettle shaft through the air was borne | Z |
Feathered with down the hum bird's wing | D |
And now they deemed the courier ouphe | Q |
Some hunter sprite of the elfin ground | F |
And they watched till they saw him mount the roof | Q |
That canopies the world around | F |
Then glad they left their covert lair | E |
And freaked about in the midnight air | E |
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XXVII | Q |
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Up to the vaulted firmament | F |
His path the fire fly courser bent | F |
And at every gallop on the wind | F |
He flung a glittering spark behind | F |
He flies like a feather in the blast | F |
Till the first light cloud in heaven is past | F |
But the shapes of air have begun their work | S2 |
And a drizzly mist is round him cast | F |
He cannot see through the mantle murk | S2 |
He shivers with cold but he urges fast | F |
Through storm and darkness sleet and shade | F |
He lashes his steed and spurs amain | Z |
For shadowy hands have twitched the rein | Z |
And flame shot tongues around him played | F |
And near him many a fiendish eye | - |
Glared with a fell malignity | F |
And yells of rage and shrieks of fear | Y |
Came screaming on his startled ear | T2 |
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XXVIII | Q |
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His wings are wet around his breast | F |
The plume hangs dripping from his crest | F |
His eyes are blur'd with the lightning's glare | E |
And his ears are stunned with the thunder's blare | E |
But he gave a shout and his blade he drew | F |
He thrust before and he struck behind | F |
Till he pierced their cloudy bodies through | F |
And gashed their shadowy limbs of wind | F |
Howling the misty spectres flew | F |
They rend the air with frightful cries | C2 |
For he has gained the welkin blue | F |
And the land of clouds beneath him lies | C2 |
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XXIX | C2 |
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Up to the cope careering swift | F |
In breathless motion fast | F |
Fleet as the swallow cuts the drift | F |
Or the sea roc rides the blast | F |
The sapphire sheet of eve is shot | F |
The sphered moon is past | F |
The earth but seems a tiny blot | F |
On a sheet of azure cast | F |
O it was sweet in the clear moonlight | F |
To tread the starry plain of even | Z |
To meet the thousand eyes of night | F |
And feel the cooling breath of heaven | Z |
But the Elfin made no stop or stay | F |
Till he came to the bank of the milky way | F |
Then he checked his courser's foot | F |
And watched for the glimpse of the planet shoot | F |
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XXX | C2 |
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Sudden along the snowy tide | F |
That swelled to meet their footstep's fall | U2 |
The sylphs of heaven were seen to glide | F |
Attired in sunset's crimson pall | V2 |
Around the Fay they weave the dance | C2 |
They skip before him on the plain | Z |
And one has taken his wasp sting lance | C2 |
And one upholds his bridle rein | Z |
With warblings wild they lead him on | Z |
To where through clouds of amber seen | Z |
Studded with stars resplendent shone | Z |
The palace of the sylphid queen | Z |
Its spiral columns gleaming bright | F |
Were streamers of the northern light | F |
Its curtain's light and lovely flush | H2 |
Was of the morning's rosy blush | H2 |
And the ceiling fair that rose aboon | Z |
The white and feathery fleece of noon | Z |
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XXXI | C2 |
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But oh how fair the shape that lay | F |
Beneath a rainbow bending bright | F |
She seemed to the entranced Fay | F |
The loveliest of the forms of light | F |
Her mantle was the purple rolled | F |
At twilight in the west afar | E2 |
'Twas tied with threads of dawning gold | F |
And buttoned with a sparkling star | E2 |
Her face was like the lily roon | Z |
That veils the vestal planet's hue | F |
Her eyes two beamlets from the moon | Z |
Set floating in the welkin blue | F |
Her hair is like the sunny beam | K |
And the diamond gems which round it gleam | K |
Are the pure drops of dewy even | Z |
That ne'er have left their native heaven | Z |
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XXXII | C2 |
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She raised her eyes to the wondering sprite | F |
And they leapt with smiles for well I ween | Z |
Never before in the bowers of light | F |
Had the form of an earthly Fay been seen | Z |
Long she looked in his tiny face | C2 |
Long with his butterfly cloak she played | F |
She smoothed his wings of azure lace | C2 |
And handled the tassel of his blade | F |
And as he told in accents low | A |
The story of his love and wo | A |
She felt new pains in her bosom rise | C2 |
And the tear drop started in her eyes | C2 |
And 'O sweet spirit of earth ' she cried | F |
'Return no more to your woodland height | F |
But ever here with me abide | F |
In the land of everlasting light | F |
Within the fleecy drift we'll lie | - |
We'll hang upon the rainbow's rim | A2 |
And all the jewels of the sky | - |
Around thy brow shall brightly beam | K |
And thou shalt bathe thee in the stream | K |
That rolls its whitening foam aboon | Z |
And ride upon the lightning's gleam | K |
And dance upon the orbed moon | Z |
We'll sit within the Pleiad ring | D |
We'll rest on Orion's starry belt | F |
And I will bid my sylphs to sing | D |
The song that makes the dew mist melt | F |
Their harps are of the umber shade | F |
That hides the blush of waking day | F |
And every gleamy string is made | F |
Of silvery moonshine's lengthened ray | F |
And thou shalt pillow on my breast | F |
While heavenly breathings float around | F |
And with the sylphs of ether blest | F |
Forget the joys of fairy ground ' | - |
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XXXIII | C2 |
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She was lovely and fair to see | C2 |
And the elfin's heart beat fitfully | C2 |
But lovelier far and still more fair | E |
The earthly form imprinted there | E |
Nought he saw in the heavens above | Q |
Was half so dear as his mortal love | Q |
For he thought upon her looks so meek | K2 |
And he thought of the light flush on her cheek | K2 |
Never again might he bask and lie | - |
On that sweet cheek and moonlight eye | - |
But in his dreams her form to see | C2 |
To clasp her in his reverie | C2 |
To think upon his virgin bride | F |
Was worth all heaven and earth beside | F |
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XXXIV | Q |
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'Lady ' he cried 'I have sworn to night | F |
On the word of a fairy knight | F |
To do my sentence task aright | F |
My honour scarce is free from stain | Z |
I may not soil its snows again | Z |
Betide me weal betide me wo | A |
Its mandate must be answered now ' | - |
Her bosom heaved with many a sigh | Q |
The tear was in her drooping eye | Q |
But she led him to the palace gate | F |
And called the sylphs who hovered there | E |
And bade them fly and bring him straight | F |
Of clouds condensed a sable car | E2 |
With charm and spell she blessed it there | E |
From all the fiends of upper air | E |
Then round him cast the shadowy shroud | F |
And tied his steed behind the cloud | F |
And pressed his hand as she bade him fly | Q |
Far to the verge of the northern sky | Q |
For by its wane and wavering light | F |
There was a star would fall to night | F |
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XXXV | Q |
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Borne after on the wings of the blast | F |
Northward away he speeds him fast | F |
And his courser follows the cloudy wain | Z |
Till the hoof strokes fall like pattering rain | Z |
The clouds roll backward as he flies | C2 |
Each flickering star behind him lies | C2 |
And he has reached the northern plain | Z |
And backed his fire fly steed again | Z |
Ready to follow in its flight | F |
The streaming of the rocket light | F |
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XXXVI | Q |
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The star is yet in the vault of heaven | Z |
But its rocks in the summer gale | R2 |
And now 'tis fitful and uneven | Z |
And now 'tis deadly pale | R2 |
And now 'tis wrapp'd in sulphur smoke | O |
And quenched is its rayless beam | K |
And now with a rattling thunder stroke | O |
It bursts in flash and flame | W2 |
As swift as the glance of the arrowy lance | C2 |
That the storm spirit flings from high | Q |
The star shot flew o'er the welkin blue | F |
As it fell from the sheeted sky | Q |
As swift as the wind in its trail behind | F |
The elfin gallops along | L2 |
The fiends of the clouds are bellowing loud | F |
But the sylphid charm is strong | L2 |
He gallops unhurt in the shower of fire | S |
While the cloud fiends fly from the blaze | C2 |
He watches each flake till its sparks expire | J2 |
And rides in the light of its rays | C2 |
But he drove his steed to the lightning's speed | F |
And caught a glimmering spark | H |
Then wheeled around to the fairy ground | F |
And sped through the midnight dark | H |
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Ouphe and goblin imp and sprite | F |
Elf of eve and starry Fay | Q |
Ye that love the moon's soft light | F |
Hither hither wend your way | Q |
Twine ye in the jocund ring | D |
Sing and trip it merrily | C2 |
Hand to hand and wing to wing | D |
Round the wild witch hazel tree | C2 |
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Hail the wanderer again | Z |
With dance and song and lute and lyre | J2 |
Pure his wing and strong his chain | Z |
And doubly bright his fairy fire | S |
Twine ye in an airy round | F |
Brush the dew and print the lea | C2 |
Skip and gambol hop and bound | F |
Round the wild witch hazel tree | C2 |
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The beetle guards our holy ground | F |
He flies about the haunted place | C2 |
And if mortal there be found | F |
He hums in his ears and flaps his face | C2 |
The leaf harp sounds our roundelay | C2 |
The owlet's eyes our lanterns be | C2 |
Thus we sing and dance and play | C2 |
Round the wild witch hazel tree | C2 |
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But hark from tower on tree top high | Q |
The sentry elf his call has made | F |
A streak is in the eastern sky | Q |
Shapes of moonlight flit and fade | F |
The hill tops gleam in morning's spring | D |
The sky lark shakes his dappled wing | D |
The day glimpse glimmers on the lawn | Z |
The cock has crowed the Fays are gone | Z |
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