THE FAIRIES DANCING I heard along the early hills, Ere yet the lark was risen up, Ere yet the dawn with firelight fills The night-dew of the bramble-cup,— I heard the fairies in a ring Sing as they tripped a lilting round Soft as the moon on wavering wing. The starlight shook as if with sound, As if with echoing, and the stars Prankt their bright eyes with trembling gleams While red with war the gusty Mars Rained upon earth his ruddy beams.
DOWN-ADOWN-DERRY
A Book of Fairy Poems by
WALTER DE LA MARE
COPYRIGHT, 1922,
BY
HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY
PRINTED IN U. S. A.
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