THESE are the days of elfs and fays:
Who says that with the dreams of myth,
These imps and elves disport themselves?
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And once I ween, she smiled at me. Since when, you may by night or day, Dispute the sway of elf-folk gay; a very good poem.. tony
Where e'er by streams, the moonlight gleams, Or on a meadow softly beams, There, footing round on dew-lit ground, The fairy folk may all be found. very fine poem indeed. tony