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. The Lamentation of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots
2. To My Son, Age 26, a Captain of Infantry in Portugal, 1798
3. Ode to the Conduit Vale, Blackheath
4. Laura to Petrarch
5. Epitaph for My Father

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