Sometimes I meete them like a man- My backe they stride, I whirry, laughing ho, ho, ho! With possets, and with junkets fine, Unseene of all the company, I eat their cakes, and sip their wine; I fume and snort, And out the candles I do blow. The maids I kiss; They shrieke, Who's this? I answer nought but ho, ho, ho! Yet now and then, the maids to please, Their malt up still; I dress their hemp, I spin their tow. And would me take, I wend me laughing ho, ho, ho! When house or hearth doth sluttish lye, And on the clay-cold floor them throw. And loudly laugh out ho, ho, ho! When any need to borrow ought, We lend them what they do require; And for the use demand we naught— Our owne is all we do desire. If to repay They do delay, THE FAIRY QUEEN. Abroad amongst them then I go; And night by night I them affright, With pinchings, dreams, and ho, ho, ho! When lazie queans have nought to do But study how to cog and lye, To make debate and mischief too, "Twixt one another secretly, I marke their gloze, And it disclose To them whom they have wronged so. When I have done I get me gone, And leave them scolding, ho, ho, ho! When men do traps and engines set In loope holes, where the vermine creepe, Who from their foldes and houses get Their duckes and geese, and lambes and sheepe, I spy the gin, And enter in, And seeme a vermin taken so; But when they there Approach me neare, I leap out laughing ho, ho, ho! By wells and rills, in meadowes green, We nightly dance our hey-day guise; And to our fairye kinge and queene We chaunt our moon-lighte minstrelsies. When larkes gin singe Away we flinge, And babes new-born steale as we go; And shoes in bed We leave instead, And wend us laughing ho, ho, ho! From hag-bred Merlin's time have I The hags and gobblins, do me know; My feates have told So vale, vale! Ho, ho, ho! ANONYMOUS. The Fairy Queen. Come, follow Mab, your queen! When mortals are at rest, And if the house be foul And find the sluts asleep; There we pinch their arms and thighs, None escapes, nor none espies. But if the house be swept, And from uncleanness kept, We praise the household maid, Upon a mushroom's head The brains of nightingales, The grasshopper, gnat, and fly, 577 And if the moon doth hide her head, The glow-worm lights us home to bed. The Fairies' Song. WE dance on hills above the wind, Sometimes we dance upon the shore, The thunder's noise is our delight, And lightnings make us day by night; About the moon we make a ring, And falling stars we wanton fling, Like squibs and rockets, for a toy; While what frights others is our joy. But when we'd hunt away our cares, Thus, giddy grown, we make our beds, With thick, black clouds to rest our heads, And flood the earth with our dark showers, That did but sprinkle these our bowers. Thus, having done with orbs and sky, Next, turned to mites in cheese, forsooth, We frisk and dance, the devil and all. Song of the Fairy. OVER hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats, spots you see: These be rubies, fairy favorsIn those freckles live their savors. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. Fairy Song. SHED no tear! oh shed no tear! Overhead! look overhead! Adieu, adieu! JOHN KEATS. LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI. Song of Fairies. WE the fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets are always sweeter; When to bed the world are bobbing, Translation of LEIGH HUNT. La Belle Dame sans Merci. OH what can ail thee, knight-at-arms! Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms! So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done. I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the mead, Full beautiful, a fairy's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone: She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long; For sidelong would she bend, and sing A fairy song. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew; And sure in language strange she said, "I love thee true." She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept, and sighed full sore; And there I shut her wild, wild eyes With kisses four. And there she lulled me asleep; And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dreamed On the cold hill's side. I saw pale kings and princes too Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried, "La belle dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam, 579 BONNY Kilmeny gaed up the glen; But it wasna to meet Duneira's men, Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see, For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be. It was only to hear the yorlin sing, And pu' the cress-flower round the springThe scarlet hypp, and the hind berry, And the nut that hung frae the hazel-tree; For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be. But lang may her minny look o'er the wa', And lang may she seek i' the greenwood shaw; Lang the laird of Duneira blame, And lang, lang greet or Kilmeny come hame. When many a day had come and fled, When grief grew calm, and hope was dead, |