 | [Poems by Drake in] The life and works of Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820) |  |
XVII
Wrapped in musing stands the sprite,'Tis the middle wane of night,
His task is hard, the ways are far,
But he must do his errand right
Ere dawning mounts her beamy car,
And rolls her chariot wheels of light;
And vain are the spells of fairy-land,
He must work with a human hand.
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