The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed With a Memoir by the Rev. Derwent Coleridge. Fourth Edition. In Two Volumes |
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The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed | ||
“He is welcome,”—o'er his bed,
Thus the bounteous Fairy said:
Thus the bounteous Fairy said:
“He has conned the lesson now;
He has read the book of pain:
There are furrows on his brow,
I must make it smooth again.
He has read the book of pain:
There are furrows on his brow,
I must make it smooth again.
“Lo, I knock the spurs away;
Lo, I loosen belt and brand;
Hark! I hear the courser neigh
For his stall in Fairy-land.
Lo, I loosen belt and brand;
Hark! I hear the courser neigh
For his stall in Fairy-land.
“Bring the cap, and bring the vest;
Buckle on his sandal shoon;
Fetch his memory from the chest
In the treasury of the moon.
Buckle on his sandal shoon;
Fetch his memory from the chest
In the treasury of the moon.
“I have taught him to be wise,
For a little maiden's sake;—
Lo! he opens his glad eyes,
Softly, slowly:—Minstrel, wake!”
For a little maiden's sake;—
Lo! he opens his glad eyes,
Softly, slowly:—Minstrel, wake!”
The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed | ||