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TWILIGHT WITH THE FAIRIES.
A fairy grot, and a fairy lute,
A fairy bark to float over the tide,
When the winds are hushed, and the billows mute,
And the sun has sunk to his ocean-bride.
How joyous it is to sit within
That elfin cave with its crystal spars,
While the glittering waves come dancing in,
As they catch the light of the gleaming stars.
How joyous to list to the fairy song
Which swells o'er that broad and tranquil sea—
While nereiad[1] voices the notes prolong
Thrilling the soul with their minstrelsy.
Joyous it is in our fairy boat
When dolphins sport on the trackless main,
Like spirits of brighter spheres, to float
And steer to our sparry grot again.
