Elves.

Awn.

Elves.

Awn.

Elves.

Amidst the windy heath. We saw gnomes dance

dance

There; that not bigger been than harvest mice.
Some of their heads were deckt, as seemed to us,
With moonbeams bright: and those to-night hold

feast:

Though in them there none utterance is of speech.

Be those our mother's cousins, dainty of grace:
But seld now, in a moonlight, are they seen.
They live not longer than do humble been.

We saw of living herb, intressed with moss,
Their small wrought cabins open on the grass.

Other, in gossamer bowers, wonne underclod.

And each gnome held in hand a looking glass;
Wherein he keeked, and kissed oft the Moons

face.

Are they a faery offspring, without sex,
Of the stars' rays.

They'd wings on their flit feet;

That seemed, in their oft shining, glancing drops
Of rain, which beat on bosom of the grass:
Wherein be some congealed as adamant.

We stooped to gaze (a neighbour tussock hid
us,)

On sight so fair: their beauty being such,
That seemed us it all living thought did pass.
Yet were we spied! for looked down full upon us,
Disclosing then murk skies, Moons clear still face.
In that they shrunk back, and clapped to their
doors. . .

CHARLES M. DOUGHTY

141

THE HUNT IS UP

THE hunt is up, the hunt is up,
And it is well nigh day;

And Harry our King is gone hunting
To bring his deer to bay.

The east is bright with morning light,

And darkness it is fled;

And the merry horn wakes up the morn
To leave his idle bed.

Behold the skies with golden dyes.
Are glowing all around;

The grass is green, and so are the treen
All laughing at the sound.

The horses snort to be at sport,
The dogs are running free,
The woods rejoice at the merry noise
Of Hey tantara tee ree!

The sun is glad to see us clad

All in our lusty green,

And smiles in the sky as he riseth high

To see and to be seen.

Awake all men, I say again,

Be merry as you may;

For Harry our King is gone hunting,
To bring his deer to bay.

142

THE CHEERFUL HORN

THE cheerful arn he blaws in the marn,
And we'll a-'untin' goo;

The cheerful arn he blaws in the marn,

And we'll a-'huntin' goo,

And we'll a-'huntin' goo,

And we'll a-'untin' goo