Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

Fairy Revels

  A song

HARK, the raven flaps his wings,
The owlet leaves her oaken bower,
Now we dance in airy ring,
On mossy banks at ev'ning hour:
And lightly beat the dewy ground
With our tiny feet around.

Vapours dark, or sprites impure,
Our fairy revels ne'er invade,
In the hawthorn brake secure
The glow-worm lights us thro' the shade.
We lightly beat the dewy ground
With our tiny feet around. 

1. To the Memory of Thomas Chatterton
2. Song 10. O Tuneful voice, I still deplore
3. A Vow to Fortune
4. Laura
5. Addressed to Mrs. G.

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