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Her face was like the lily roon
That veils the vestal planet's hue ; Her eyes, two beamlets from the moon,
Set floating in the welkin blue. Her hair is like the sunny beam, And the diamond gems which round it gleam, Are the pure drops of dewy even That ne'er have left their native heaven.
XXXII. She raised her eyes to the wondering sprite,
And they leaped with smiles, for well I ween Never before in the bowers of light
Had the form of an earthly Fay been seen. Long she looked in his tiny face;
Long with his butterfly cloak she played ;
And handled the tassel of his blade;
And the tear-drop started in her eyes.
“Return no more to your woodland height, But ever here with me abide
In the land of everlasting light ! Within the fleecy drift we'll lie,
We'll hang upon the rainbow's rim;
THE CULPRIT FAY.
And all the jewels of the sky
That rolls its whitening foam aboon,
And dance upon the orbed moon! We'll sit within the Pleiad ring,
We'll rest on Orion's starry belt, And I will bid my sylphs to sing
The song that makes the dew-mist melt; Their harps are of the umber shade,
That hides the blush of waking day, And every gleamy string is made
Of silvery moonshine's lengthened ray; And thou shalt pillow on my breast,
While heavenly breathings float around, And, with the sylphs of ether blest,
Forget the joys of fairy ground.”
She was lovely and fair to see,
For he thought upon her looks so meek,
“ Lady,” he cried, “I have sworn to-night,
But she led him to the palace gate,
And bade them fly and bring him straight
THE CULPRIT FAY.
And pressed his hand as she bade him fly
Borne afar on the wings of the blast,
The star is yet in the vault of heaven,
But it rocks in the summer gale;
And now 't is deadly pale ;
And quenched is its rayless beam,
It bursts in flash and flame.
As swift as the glance of the arrowy lance
That the storm-spirit flings from high,
As it fell from the sheeted sky
The elfin gallops along,
But the sylphid charm is strong;
While the cloud-fiends fly from the blaze;
And rides in the light of its rays.
And caught a glimmering spark;
And sped through the midnight dark.
Ouphe and goblin! imp and sprite !
Elf of eve! and starry Fay
Hither —hither wend your way;
Sing and trip it merrily,
Round the wild witch-hazel treo.
Hail the wanderer again,
With dance and song, and lute and lyre,