 | Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow |  |
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A SECOND SONG OF THE SEA-FAIRIES.
Underneath the planet's beam,
Which pale Hecate guides,
We trip it o'er the silv'ry stream,
Footing the salt tides:
Here and there we sport, and play,
Laughing at the substant day,
For Titania is our queen,
And we are seldom seen.
Which pale Hecate guides,
We trip it o'er the silv'ry stream,
Footing the salt tides:
Here and there we sport, and play,
Laughing at the substant day,
For Titania is our queen,
And we are seldom seen.
But when lovers pass the seas,
Under the cold moon,
We, to do their spirits ease,
Seek their pillows soon:
Then we fill their minds, God wot,
With a kiss, a smile, what not?
For so Titania bids,
To bless their sleeping lids.
Under the cold moon,
We, to do their spirits ease,
Seek their pillows soon:
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With a kiss, a smile, what not?
For so Titania bids,
To bless their sleeping lids.
With the Moon in journey thus,
Pendent on her pallid face,
Night is pregnant joy to us,
We the wat'ry circle trace;
Sometimes dive into the deep,
Sometimes on the moonbeams sleep,
Sometimes soar on high,
Where our queen bids us fly.
Pendent on her pallid face,
Night is pregnant joy to us,
We the wat'ry circle trace;
Sometimes dive into the deep,
Sometimes on the moonbeams sleep,
Sometimes soar on high,
Where our queen bids us fly.
Sparkling seas, and night we love,
Swelling floods, and golden air,
When the lover looks above,
Delighting in despair:
But to-morrow ne'er we know,
For Aurora is our foe;
The Moon's brave children, we
Away from Phosphor flee.
Swelling floods, and golden air,
When the lover looks above,
Delighting in despair:
But to-morrow ne'er we know,
For Aurora is our foe;
The Moon's brave children, we
Away from Phosphor flee.
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