The Book of Fairy Poetry

&#8216;And I should look like a fountain of gold.&#8217;

&#8216;And the padding feet of many gnomes a-coming!&#8217;

&#8216;And, sweetly singing round about thy bed, Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping head.&#8217;

&#8216;But Puck was seated on a spider&#8217;s thread.&#8217;

&#8216;Buy from us with a golden curl&#8217;

&#8216;Down to the rocks where the serpents creep.&#8217;

&#8216;For the Nautilus is my boat in which i over the waters fioat.&#8217;

&#8216;Instead of crust a peacock pie.&#8217;

&#8216;Off, ye icy Spirits, fly!&#8217;

&#8216;Oh! they do get away down under ground, in hollow pleazen where they can&#8217;t be vound.&#8217;

&#8216;Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell; Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.&#8217;

&#8216;The dun deer wooed with manner bland, And cowered beneath her lily hand.&#8217;

Three spirits mad with joy come dashing down on a tall wayside flower.

&#8216;Wake, when some vile thing is near.&#8217;

&#8216;What form she pleased each thing would take that e&#8217;er she did behold.&#8217;

&#8216;Will ye gang wi&#8217; me to the Elfiyn Knowe.&#8217;