And when the day was clear and free
He took it forth, and musing played,
And when the gentle melody
Was echoed far through gorse and glade,
He took it forth, and musing played,
And when the gentle melody
Was echoed far through gorse and glade,
The wildest creatures hidden there
For very joy about him played,
And all the birds from everywhere
Came forth and heard; for all obeyed
The witching music that he made,
Such perfect melody it was;
And when he ceased, they fled afraid
And hid them, wild and timorous.
For very joy about him played,
And all the birds from everywhere
Came forth and heard; for all obeyed
The witching music that he made,
Such perfect melody it was;
And when he ceased, they fled afraid
And hid them, wild and timorous.
And oft on dewy summer morns
Sir Orfeo beheld at hand
The fairy king, and heard the horns
Of hunting, and his shouting band
A-ranging wide across the land
With barking hounds; yet never game
He saw them take, nor heard a stand, —
Nor never knew he whence they came.
Sir Orfeo beheld at hand
The fairy king, and heard the horns
Of hunting, and his shouting band
A-ranging wide across the land
With barking hounds; yet never game
He saw them take, nor heard a stand, —
Nor never knew he whence they came.
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