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Facts from Fairyland.
"Oh then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you!"
Wouldst thou know of me
Where our dwellings be?
'Tis under this hill,
Where the moonbeam chill
Silvers the leaf and brightens the blade,—
'Tis under this mound
Of greenest ground,
That our crystal palaces are made.
Wouldst thou know of me
What our food may be?
'Tis the sweetest breath
Which the bright flower hath
That blossoms in wilderness afar,—
And we sip it up,
In a harebell cup,
By the winking light of the tweering star.
Wouldst thou know of me
What our drink may be?
