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THE FAIRIES.
A DREAM-LIKE EEMEMBEANCE OF A DEEAM.
It chanced three merry Fairies met
On the bridge of a mountain rivulet,
Whose hanging arch through the misty spray,
Like a little Lunar Rainbow lay,
With turf and flowers a pathway meet.
For the twinkling of unearthly feet,
For bright were the flowers as their golden tresses.
And green the turf as their Elfin dresses.
Aye the water o'er the Linn
Was mocking, with a gleesome din.
The small shrill laughter, as it broke
In peals from these night-wandering Folk :
While the stream danced on with a tinkling tune.
All happy to meet by a blink o' the moon.
Now laughing louder than before.
They strove to deaden that ceaseless roar ;
And, when vanquished was the waterfall,
Loudly they shouted, one and all.
Like the chorus of a Madrigal,
Till the glen awoke from its midnight trance,
And o'er the hills in flight-like dance.
Was all the troop of echoes driven,
This moment on earth, and that in heaven.