Poem by Anne Hunter

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 6. IN airy dreams fond fancy flies
2. Addressed to Mrs. G.
3. Song 5. FAR, far from me my love is fled
4. To the Memory of Thomas Chatterton
5. Song 10. O Tuneful voice, I still deplore

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