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. Ode to the Conduit Vale, Blackheath
2. The Lamentation of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots
3. Ode to the Old Year 1787
4. Song 4. THE moments fly, and we must part
5. Laura to Petrarch

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