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OBERON'S LAST COUNCIL.
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OBERON'S LAST COUNCIL.
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If, on some woodland lawn, you see a ring
Of darker hue upon the paler grass—
The strange green growth which children as they pass
Still tell each other is a fairy thing
Of darker hue upon the paler grass—
The strange green growth which children as they pass
Still tell each other is a fairy thing
Left by the Elves o'er-night—let your soul cling
To the sweet thought that there the Elf King was
With all his crew at dawn; but that, alas!
They met there for their last, last gathering.
To the sweet thought that there the Elf King was
With all his crew at dawn; but that, alas!
They met there for their last, last gathering.
For they are fled: and though the sunshine still
Dances in flecks, as dance the leaves above,
And still the squirrel nibbles and the mouse,
Dances in flecks, as dance the leaves above,
And still the squirrel nibbles and the mouse,
The little folk are gone who used to fill
The hazel copses where the wild wood-dove
With cross-laid twigs still builds her breezy house.
The hazel copses where the wild wood-dove
With cross-laid twigs still builds her breezy house.
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