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. Song 15. When hollow bursts the rushing wind
2. Sonnet after the Death of Laura
3. Ode to the Conduit Vale, Blackheath
4. Song 11. THE anguish of my bursting heart
5. Song 13. Spring returns, the flowrets blow

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