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The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan | ||
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The bugle is blowing from elfin dells
With a hark and a hey halloo!
The dark clouds part as the music swells,
And the Heaven where eternal summer dwells
Shines bonnie and bright and blue! . . .
With a hark and a hey halloo!
The dark clouds part as the music swells,
And the Heaven where eternal summer dwells
Shines bonnie and bright and blue! . . .
A child I dwelt in the wild north-land,
In a City beside the Sea,—
The morning I slept on the yellow strand
I had summers seven and three!
In a City beside the Sea,—
The morning I slept on the yellow strand
I had summers seven and three!
Tired with playing on the sands so fair
I slept in the white moon's beam,
And the good folk found me sleeping there
And twined me away in a dream!
I slept in the white moon's beam,
And the good folk found me sleeping there
And twined me away in a dream!
They wetted my lips with the honey-dew
And my lids with the euphrasie,
And I open'd my eyes beneath the blue
Still Heaven o' Faërie!
And my lids with the euphrasie,
And I open'd my eyes beneath the blue
Still Heaven o' Faërie!
I saw the fields of the silvern grain
And the hills of the purple sheen,
And the King of Elfland with all his train
Rode o'er the uplands green;
And the hills of the purple sheen,
And the King of Elfland with all his train
Rode o'er the uplands green;
I learn'd the spell o' the Elfin land
And the songs the Pixies sing,—
The woven charm of the waving hand
That makes the Magic Ring!
And the songs the Pixies sing,—
The woven charm of the waving hand
That makes the Magic Ring!
I heard what mortals cannot hear,
The dew-wash'd blue-bells tinkling clear
Under the starry skies,
And the Fay-folk throng'd on the grassy ground,
And the Kelpie swam in the burn, like a hound
With great sad human eyes . . .
The dew-wash'd blue-bells tinkling clear
Under the starry skies,
And the Fay-folk throng'd on the grassy ground,
And the Kelpie swam in the burn, like a hound
With great sad human eyes . . .
They bore me back from the Land of Light
To my sleeping-place by the Sea,
But when I waken'd my face was bright
With a golden glamorie!
To my sleeping-place by the Sea,
But when I waken'd my face was bright
With a golden glamorie!
As I wander'd back on the ocean sand
I sang full loud and free,—
For the things I had seen in the Elfinland,
And the swectness I could not understand,
Had turn'd to a melodie!
I sang full loud and free,—
For the things I had seen in the Elfinland,
And the swectness I could not understand,
Had turn'd to a melodie!
The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan | ||