 | [Poems by Drake in] The life and works of Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820) |  |
XXII
A moment—and its lustre fell,But ere it met the billow blue,
He caught within his crimson bell,
A droplet of its sparkling dew.
Joy thee, fay! thy task is done,
Thy wings are pure, for the gem is won;
Cheerly ply thy dripping oar,
And haste away to the elfin shore.
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