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in. 



In silence I gazed, as with eager intent 



O'er the musical waters she gracefully bent, 



And plied with green rush-rod, newly torn from its bed, 



Her line of the thorn-spider's mystical thread. 



IV. 



A pannier of moss-work her shoulders bedeck'd, 



The nest of some song-bird the night-winds had wreck' d, 



Slung round with a tendril of woodbine so gay, 



And a belt of pink flowers bound her elfin array. 



v. 



No snow-flake e'er dropt from its cloud on the brook 

 So gently impell'd as her moth-plumaged hook ; 

 The pearl-sided parlet and minnow obeyed 

 The magical beck of that wandering maid : 



VI. 



And aye, as her rush-rod she waved o'er the rill, 

 Sweet sounds floated round her I treasure them still 

 Tho', like a bright moon-cloud resolved into air, 

 Pass'd from me regretted, the vision so fair. 



FAIRY'S SONG. 



No zephyr shakes the leafy, leafy tree ; 

 The round merrye moon looks in on me, 

 Through the greene-wood cover, 

 Where all summer-night over, 



My angle and I bear companye. 

 I have haunts by the lone hill-cairn, 



There I trip it the spring-time thorough, 



