a whisper from fairy land.
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And one reposed on the violet's lip,
Where the earliest dew-drops all sparkling lay;
Oh! sweet were the honied gems to sip,
As a nectar draught to that dancing fay.
Alas! alas! for the fairy folk—
As thus I sighed, on the still air broke
A silvery voice, and this answer spoke:
Where the earliest dew-drops all sparkling lay;
Oh! sweet were the honied gems to sip,
As a nectar draught to that dancing fay.
Alas! alas! for the fairy folk—
As thus I sighed, on the still air broke
A silvery voice, and this answer spoke:
"Sad indeed the fatal hour
Fairies fled from earthly bower,
When no more in magic ring,
They could dance, and laugh, and sing,
Tripping through each haunted grove,
While the Moon was bright above,
And amid their gentle mirth,
Flinging fairy gifts o'er earth.
Fairies fled from earthly bower,
When no more in magic ring,
They could dance, and laugh, and sing,
Tripping through each haunted grove,
While the Moon was bright above,
And amid their gentle mirth,
Flinging fairy gifts o'er earth.
"First they threw the dew-drops sweet,
Where the vales were parched with heat;
And the cotter woke at morn,
Glad to find the springing corn.
Where the busy wheel was still,
There they led the laughing rill;
Where the vales were parched with heat;
And the cotter woke at morn,
Glad to find the springing corn.
Where the busy wheel was still,
There they led the laughing rill;
