[Poems by Drake in] The life and works of Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820) | ||
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They come not now to print the lea,In freak and dance around the tree,
Or at the mushroom board to sup,
And drink the dew from the buttercup;
A scene of sorrow waits them now,
For an Ouphe has broken his vestal vow;
He has loved an earthly maid,
And left for her his woodland shade;
He has lain upon her lips of dew,
He has sunned him in her eye of blue,
He has fanned her cheek with his wing of air,
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And, nestling on her snowy breast,
Forgot the lily-king's behest.
For this the shadowy tribes of air,
To the elfin court must haste away;
And now they stand expectant there,
To hear the doom of the culprit fay.
[Poems by Drake in] The life and works of Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820) | ||