The Fairies' Cave.
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And through the portals, when a bell
In some far, fairy steeple
Rings out in liquid notes to tell
The hour to elfin people,
Then do they come in happy troops
And gather gaily into groups.
In some far, fairy steeple
Rings out in liquid notes to tell
The hour to elfin people,
Then do they come in happy troops
And gather gaily into groups.
And one has woven a diadem
Of dewdrops strung together,
She sits a-swinging on a stem
Of purple-petalled heather,
And one has stolen a cobweb thread
Wherewith to veil her dainty head.
Of dewdrops strung together,
She sits a-swinging on a stem
Of purple-petalled heather,
And one has stolen a cobweb thread
Wherewith to veil her dainty head.
And here Euterpe, wondrous fair,
With some strange glamour gleaming
Amid the lilies in her hair,
Doth often loiter, dreaming,
And through the starlight, soft and mute,
Lets loose the music of her lute;
With some strange glamour gleaming
Amid the lilies in her hair,
Doth often loiter, dreaming,
And through the starlight, soft and mute,
Lets loose the music of her lute;
For well she loves to leave the high,
Proud courts of Jove's dominions,
And float through azure depths of sky
On undulating pinions,
Proud courts of Jove's dominions,
And float through azure depths of sky
On undulating pinions,
