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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: The End of Elfintown - -Author: Jane Barlow - -Illustrator: Laurence Housman - -Release Date: April 20, 2022 [eBook #67883] - -Language: English - -Produced by: Charlene Taylor, Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was - produced from images generously made available by The - Internet Archive) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE END OF ELFINTOWN *** - - - - - - [Illustration: - - THE END OF - ELFINTOWN - - BY - JANE BARLOW - ILLUSTRATED BY - LAURENCE HOUSMAN - - LONDON - MACMILLAN & CO. - 1894] - - - - - I.--THE BUILDING - - [Illustration] - - - Now would that he who knew so well - Of fierce Pigwiggin’s armour fell, - And angered Oberon’s wrath, to tell, - And how their feud was ended, - Yea, would that he, ere hence he sped, - Had writ in gold, as I in lead, - For men to learn why Fays be fled, - And whitherward they wended. - - It hapt in ages far agone - A harmful spell was cast upon - That Elfin King, great Oberon, - And teen and trouble brought him; - And albeit none can track the skill - That wove the charm full-fraught with ill, - We wot the Bad Brown Witch’s will - Such perilous mischief wrought him. - - For she by magic showed him clear, - In mirroring crystal of her mere, - A wondrous Town; ’twas many a year - Ere yet its like were builded; - But thro’ her might of gramarie - She made the Elfin Prince to see - The grandest that on earth should be, - And most by wealth-wand gilded. - - ’Twas shrunk, I trow, to seemly size - For straiter range of Elfin eyes, - But else it had its mortal guise, - No sight, no stir omitted, - With tower and temple, and mart and street, - And prison and palace, all complete, - And whirr of wheels, and hurry of feet - That hither thither flitted. - - Whereon the King much-marvelling gazed, - Admiring more, and more amazed, - Till, when the Witch its image razed, - Still in his heart it tarried, - (A secret that he might not tell), - And home unto his woodland dell - That city’s vision, like a spell, - O’er all his thoughts he carried. - - And since that day he dwelled no more - In joyance blithe as theretofore, - But sadly aye himself he bore - Amid the sunniest shining; - Nor quivering beam, nor fluttering breeze, - Nor flickering shade, his sense could please; - He dreamed of rarer things than these, - And for their lack was pining. - - From harebell’s tent to bindweed’s hall, - From cup-moss low to foxglove tall, - He shifted oft his couch withal, - Yet still would chide his chamber, - And said the glowworm-lamps burned dim, - And slurred the dew at rose-bud’s rim; - The kingcup’s gold looked dull to him, - And cowslip’s gawds of amber. - - Hence, on his discontents to brood, - He sat one eve in sorry mood, - While whispering Elves around him stood, - And said ’twas strange, ’twas pity; - When, sudden, light as leaf on spray, - He leaped and laughed: “By Flowers o’ May, - Mine Elves,” quoth he, “our own essay - Shall build as fair a city.” - - And eagerly at morrow’s light - He hasted forth to choose a site, - Whereon should now be reared aright - Strong walls and storeys stately. - He found it soon: an earth-plot bare - Beyond an elm’s droop; six yards square; - No sod, no moss, no weed, throve there, - Which pleased King Oberon greatly. - - “For thro’ those streets,” said he, “was seen - No blade of grass, or glint of green, - But pavements ferly smooth and clean; - Small fear of footsteps tripping.” - Not far away a brook bobbed by: - “From thence,” he said, “we may supply - Our waterworks; and soothly I - Grow weary of dew-drop sipping.” - - Then hied him home amain, and shook - His drowsy Fays from every nook, - And bade them follow with him, and look - Where splendour should be springing; - And ere the earliest star blinked down - Upon that earth-patch bare and brown, - The first white pebble of Elfintown - He laid ’mid cheers loud-ringing. - - And now, indeed, industrious days - Be risen upon the land of Fays, - Where every liege his Lord obeys, - And toils beside his neighbour. - They plied them late, they plied them soon, - In dew of dawn, thro’ drowth of noon, - Nay, oft the wan light of a moon - Swam in to lamp their labour. - - No more round Faery-ring they swept - In mazy measures ere they slept; - But, silent, to his lair each crept, - Limb wearied, sinews aching. - No more they couched in campion’s cell, - Or slumbered soft in lily-bell; - Prone on the ground they flung pell-mell, - Brief rest from task-work taking. - - Some kneaded stubborn clay for bricks, - -[Illustration: - -_Copyright 1894 by Macmillan & Co._] - - With shells’ jagged splints some sawed at sticks, - Some delved the soil with brier-thorn picks - To helves of flax-haulm fitted; - On business more than one can name - From dawn to dusk they went and came; - None durst his share refuse for shame, - Nor would with sloth be twitted. - - And brutish things, that creep and crawl - Stingless and strong, they did enthrall - To burdens bear, and pull and haul, - Along the highways goaded; - There might ye see the Beetle black - Come lumbering down the dusty track, - With pebble-blocks piled on his back, - Or mossy twig-beams loaded. - - And oft they ponderous weights would heap - On slow-paced Slugs, who, half-asleep, - For many a tedious yard must creep, - Their drivers by them trudging; - Even nimbler Ants they made submit - To bridle and curb of cobweb knit, - Unruly teams, that plunged and bit, - Against the yoke sore grudging. - - Thus, sped by toil of serf and Fay, - The work lagged nowise; day by day - New mansions rose in rich array - Beside the paven causey; - Their like was ne’er in Elfland known, - Some built of brick, and some of stone, - And roofed with mica slabs that shone, - And glazed with gnat-wings gauzy. - - But, fairest amongst all these descried, - Stood in the middle edified - The Palace where the King should bide, - Well worthy a royal master; - Of whitest graile its walls, or stained - With delicate streaks like marble veined, - From brook-bank quarries drawn, fine-grained, - And pure as alabaster. - - I dare not say how many a line - It towered aloft, nor words are mine - To tell what fancies Faery-fine - Did hall and chamber garnish, - All carpeted with hand-spun moss, - Or laurel-leaf tight strained across, - That flooring made of smoother gloss - Than e’er had wax or varnish. - - With couch, and stool, and cushion strown - Of ash-bud’s silk or thistle’s down; - Their rugs, fluffed fells of field-mice brown, - For tiger’s skin and panther’s. - Their curtains came from spider-looms, - Their walls were hung with moths’ soft plumes; - Much gold-dust glittered thro’ the rooms, - From stamens brushed and anthers. - - A midge-flight from the Palace gate, - (Scroll-work of skeleton beech-leaf) straight - A Fane they reared that matched in state - -[Illustration: - -_Copyright 1894 by Macmillan & Co._] - - Famed Athens or Eleusis; - Such beauty frieze and cornice lent, - Entablature and pediment; - In double row tall columns went - Around it, as their use is. - - Each from one slab of rush’s pith - Hewn, like majestic monolith, - The architrave to prop, therewith - The massy roof upholding. - Indoors ’twas all adusk and chill; - No Fay but felt a solemn thrill - To pace its cloistered twilight still - Mysterious glooms enfolding. - - Then from the brook with trenching spade - Smooth dandelion tubes they laid, - And hemlock pipes that bitter made - The water thro’ them tasted; - Hence, some fastidious Fays would go - With acorn barrels to and fro, - Till this the King forbade, lest so - Their labour seem but wasted. - - Herein alone his fortune frowned: - That in all Fayland was not found - The fire-snake, lured from underground - As even-dusk grows dimmer; - This lacked, they did for lamp-posts choose - Stout daisy-stems, and glowworms use, - Chained there all night with knot and noose, - To make a goodly glimmer. - -[Illustration: - -_Copyright by Macmillan & Co. 1894_] - - But who so fain as Oberon, - That watched as every morn outshone - His peerless city waxing on, - While in its growth he gloried? - Triumphant joy it gave the King - To see each straw-plank scaffolding - Pulled down piecemeal, as walls upspring, - Wide-windowed, many-storied. - - And ever his stirring Elves amid - He walked, and spied on all they did, - And toilers praised, and idlers chid, - With earnest speech and eager; - Till, swift as blades in April-time - Thro’ clod-cracks pricked, did skyward climb - Roof crowding roof; whereof my rime - Keeps but a record meagre. - - And now ye might, in sooth, have thought, - Seeing all to such perfection wrought, - That Fays might well repose have sought, - From toil returned to pleasure. - Howbeit, not so their King inclined, - For fast as sped the works designed, - Fresh plans were shapen in his mind, - That wist not bound or measure. - - Oft as from Palace towers he eyed - That spacious plain, as oft he sighed - To see it planted far and wide - With street-rows thick as stubble. - Nor seldom flaws of wind and rain, - Uplifting roof, and shattering pane, - That needs must be restored again, - Did Elfin labours double. - - Thus, by the malice of the skies, - And tasks their King would still devise, - The Fays beheld new toils arise - To bar their hope of resting; - As he who from the strand hath swum, - While in his ear the surges hum, - Sees evermore to meet him come - White flocks of billows cresting. - - Which when at last they clearly knew, - Deep discontent upon them grew, - Till scarce a Fay did timber hew, - Or piled up clay or pebble, - Or hoisted load with strain and heft, - Or grained a door with fingers deft - And listless thoughts, but, hope-bereft, - At heart was half a rebel. - - [Illustration] - - - - - II.--THE COUNCIL - - [Illustration] - - - So, after setting of a sun, - When all their day’s long coil was done, - And dew on gossamer-threads late-spun - Beneath the moonbeams trembled, - Called to a chosen meeting-place, - Without the Town a frog-leap’s space, - To talk about their evil case - The Elfin folk assembled. - - ’Twas in good sooth a sight forlorn - To see them fagged and labour-worn, - Their dainty garments stained and torn, - Forms bowed with weary stooping; - Most like a bed of windflowers frail, - What time a shower of pelting hail - Hath smirched with mould the petals pale - And left the bruised stalks drooping. - - And as when ruffling breeze-wafts go, - Now sighing loud, now moaning low, - -[Illustration] - - Among the shivering blossoms, so - Among the Elves upstarted - A wail of voices small and shrill, - That swelled and sank commingled, still - Lamenting o’er their present ill - Or ancient bliss departed. - - First Elfrain, for his silvern tongue - Renowned his Faery feres among, - Upon a fallen beech-nut sprung, - Spake clear, while hushed they hearkened: - “It little needs, ye Elves” (he said), - “To bid you ’ware the direful dread, - By gathering glooms and shadows spread, - Wherewith our days are darkened. - - “But, since a shadow’s curse is e’er - The eyes to blind and feet to snare, - That else a path would find and fare - From forth its grim embrasure, - Behoves us seek from whence they flit, - These shades that on our lives have lit, - For so, perchance, a way we hit, - Back to the beamy azure. - - “Then, prithee, freeborn Fays and Elves, - Here let us pause and ask ourselves - Why this one hews, why that one delves, - Finch waking, chafer whirring. - What graceless freak of spiteful change - Hath o’er us wound these fetters strange, - Who wont down all the dells to range - Unchecked as breeze’s stirring? - - “What joy have ye to cleave the clod, - Or mortar bear in chickpea hod, - Or down the creaking cart-track plod, - Or up the ladder dizzy? - Nay, daubed with clay, and grimed with dust, - This piteous plight declares ye must - Lament the charge upon you thrust - That makes you bondslaves busy. - - “Where now be flown the mirthful hours - Ye fleeted by in blossomy bowers? - Soft sleep at core of scented flowers, - Gay sports on greensward airy? - Why fail your feasts, why flag your flights, - Your morrice-dance on moonlit nights? - Have these things now no more delights - For heart of woodland Faery? - - “But if one saith: ‘The King commands - This irksome service at our hands, - And Oberon’s will no Fay withstands, - Lest traitorous act accuse him’-- - To such: The ancient laws (I say), - Thro’ which our monarch holds his sway, - Point duly where we must obey, - And where, unblamed, refuse him. - - “Since for this cause we crowned his head: - That long as Elfin sports be sped, - He still should rule the maze we tread, - When every Faery traces - On dew-sprent turf the emerald ring; - Even as the planet lamps that swing - In shimmering cirques around _their_ King, - Far up heaven’s star-strown spaces. - - “Hence, if for us he prove indeed - No sun-bright orb our step to lead, - But Jack-o’-lantern’s goblin glede, - That traveller’s foot betrayeth, - Shall we our lightsome paths forsake - Thro’ bogs to err and briery brake, - Where thorn-pricks thrust and quagmires quake, - Lured as his false gleam playeth? - - “Yea, of the King I ask: To thee - Were given for lieges Faeries free, - Or creeping things whose toil we see - By niggard Nature spurred on? - They twist the thread, they store the grain, - And thus, at least, their portion gain; - Whilst us thou biddest to struggles vain - That win nor gift nor guerdon. - - “Yet, furthermore, and haply first - In import grave: some spell accurst, - Methinks, this troublous toiler’s-thirst - Thus in our King sets burning; - For I long since have deemed to mark - Flash from his eye a fitful spark, - Enkindled by those sorceries dark - That steal the wits’ discerning. - - “How else should he, who erst had known - Fair mansions in fresh flower-buds blown, - His dwelling choose of stock and stone, - Coarse clay, and cobweb flimsy? - Yon piles uncouth, whereon we have wrought - Thro’ weary workdays, seem they aught - Save folly planned by one distraught - With some fantastic whimsy? - - “Now, by the Night-bat’s shriek! full loth - Were I to slight my deep-sworn oath, - Or hear it said that I for sloth - Mine owed allegiance scanted; - But, tho’ I bide such slanders ill, - I less could brook the Fay-folk still - Enslaved to work the warlock’s will - Who hath our King enchanted.” - - Thus he; and thro’ his hearers went - Deep murmurs, as when hearts assent - To words that voice their discontent, - Long felt but lowly muttered. - And Elfdore from among them next - Arose, his gentle spirit vext, - And much with jarring griefs perplext, - As mournful speech he uttered: - - “Ay me, what stinging thoughts awoke - Like ray-warmed flies, while Elfrain spoke, - And told the wrongs of Faery-folk, - And sorer ills that threat them; - And, keenlier thrilling, called to mind - Those days ere yet our bliss declined-- - Lost days, tho’ far they lag behind, - What Elf can once forget them? - - “Your heaviest task to plot some prank, - Your dullest hour blithe pastimes shrank; - With sun that rose, and sun that sank, - No Faery’s gladness vanished. - But very vainly lend I speech - To loud-voiced woes; this truth can teach, - In few, what dismal tracts we reach, - From former weal far-banished: - - “That, when our green-ywimpled wood, - Like moss-rose reddening thro’ her hood, - Lets vermeil dawn a path make good - Where many a dim shade drowseth, - No more, as once, its burgeoning light - Seems flower-soft balm to Elfin sight, - But signal-fire that weary wight - To loathëd labour rouseth. - - “And when the West’s curved crystalline - Pales, over-brimmed with silvern shine, - Pure water poured where blush-tinct wine - The rubied rim was crowning, - Naught heeding save our hardship’s case, - We only sigh: ‘Ebb, light, apace, - And leave our cares a little space - In dreamless slumber drowning.’ - - “Then, since, of Elfin frolic stripped, - In slavish bonds our days are clipped, - Scarce save in sleep-whelmed pauses slipped, - Blank silence, whither fleeing - From senses’ dole to senses’ dearth - We respite seek--holds life its worth? - What joy were minished on the earth - If Faeries ceased from being? - -[Illustration: - -_Copyright 1894 by Macmillan & Co._] - - “And not on you alone this yoke - Of bondage falls; an humbler folk - May rue the hour when trowel’s stroke - First tinkled clinking yonder; - Our fellow-wights of feature quaint, - Now captived, maugre plea and plaint, - To drudge for us; whose harsh constraint - I oft remorseful ponder. - - “My heart grows hot when yearnings vain - Dumb in the draught-ant’s eyes speak plain, - For comrades’ blithesome bustle fain, - Amid their garnered treasure. - And ruth and wrath will thro’ me throb - To hear the unsightly Spider sob, - When from her loom the weft we rob, - Wove with such pride and pleasure. - - “And still when harnessed Snail or Slug - I watch the hated wain-load tug, - Or Beetle gross down ruts deep-dug - Hath past me, panting, lumbered, - Reproachful twinges wring my mind, - For so we twofold burdens bind - On creatures whom, thro’ Fate unkind, - Unwieldy frames have cumbered. - - “Yet, if, irate at wrongs of these, - To rebel thoughts I turn for ease, - I fare as foot that nettle flees, - But which barbed thistle lameth; - So shrewd a thorn-pang pierced my breast - What time I heard an Elf suggest - That Fays should scorn their King’s behest - Since overmuch he claimeth. - - “For, tho’ mine ire mount ne’er so high, - Let Oberon but anon draw nigh - With joyful mien and sparkling eye, - Our bootless tasks admiring, - And, doubting naught of hearers glad, - Begin to tell new projects mad-- - Tall towers to raise, long rows to add, - All Elfland’s strength requiring, - - “Then, wistful, pause my face to scan - And read approval of his plan - Trow, if for very ruth I can - There brook him vainly seek it. - Nay, if I knew one word whose might - Could all his hopes forbid and blight, - Loose Elfdom’s chains, and crush his sprite, - In truth ’twere hard to speak it. - - “But for the cause that Elfrain deems - Hath crazed the King with waking dreams, - A Wizard, who our ruin schemes - With arts beyond our foiling; - So fell a thought I dare not think - That leadeth to a misery’s brink, - Wherefrom my frighted fancies shrink - In anguish back recoiling. - - “Our case my counsel mocks. I rede - We Elfmel call, and straitly heed - The word he speaks; for if, indeed, - Dark Fate, a cure thou shroudest, - His wisdom shall that cure surprise.” - Then all around rang eager cries: - “Let Elfmel speak--let him advise”-- - And he, at clamour’s loudest, - Stood forth upon the beechen stage; - Not old, for Faeries know not age, - But past his peers reputed sage, - Such fame his wit achieveth; - True to the mark his winged words went, - Sure as a well-poised arrow sent, - Yet clear to show their thought’s intent - As air that arrow cleaveth: - - “Lo, Elfrain’s guess, and Elfdore’s dread, - I long have known for truth” (he said); - “No mortal guile the snare hath spread - Where Oberon lies entangled; - Nor lives who thus awry could twitch - His sense, or fool to such a pitch, - Save one alone, the Bad Brown Witch. - Aye plotting ills new-fangled. - - “And, wot ye well, if aught avail - To countercharm her magic’s bale, - Whose mischief sore we so bewail, - Plunged in this dire quandáry, - ’Tis aid no mortal power can lend; - One only may her marring mend-- - The Good Gray Witch, a faithful friend - Oft proved to folk of Faery. - - “Yet, he who would her pity awake, - A perilous path must undertake, - For far beside her Lonesome Lake - A slumbrous trance hath bound her, - Where evermore a silence deep, - Like trusty sentinel, must keep - Mute watch to guard the sevenfold sleep - That laps its dreams around her. - - “The first fold shade or shine ne’er crossed; - Beyond the next each sound fails lost; - The third fends off both fire and frost, - How fierce so e’er their noyance; - The fourth shrouds safe from fear and fret; - The fifth bars memory and regret; - Keen ire and scorn the sixth can let, - The seventh all hope and joyance. - - “Still may her helpful might be sought, - Still may her ruthful heart be raught, - Albeit by steps with peril fraught, - Down dim paths danger-ridden; - Yea, long-conned mage-lore yields me arms - Can pierce her sleep; right awesome charms, - That, save for cure of grievous harms, - To utter I am forbidden. - - “And erst deemed I that haply soon, - As film-flakes floating by the moon - Steeped in her frosted fire-flood swoon, - And one brief moment dim it, - Even so from us our cares might drift - Fleeting and fading soft and swift; - But nay; their pall shows never a rift, - Their shade-sweep never a limit. - - “And therefore now, ye Fays, I feel - ’Tis time to her we make appeal - For help that Oberon’s hurt shall heal, - And lure him from his madness; - And list ye on this mission trust - My zeal and truth, her power august - Will I beseech, till yield it must - A boon to work us gladness.” - - Then, like the hum as poised bee swoops - To gold-domed gloom where flower-bell droops, - The voice of clustering Elfin groups - Rose up, his speech approving; - And cried that in such embassage - No worthier Elf could e’er engage; - And bade him speed the task whose wage - Should be their woe’s removing. - - [Illustration] - - - - - III.--THE FLITTING - - [Illustration] - - - Hence, when the dawn looked dewiest, - Forth Elfmel fared on fateful quest, - Alone, so ran the charm’s behest, - While still the King lay dreaming; - But--since his se’ennight’s peril dared - Were long to tell--he home repaired - When Elfintown at sunset flared, - With roofs and windows gleaming. - - He came, in sooth, at time of need, - Because the King had just decreed - A task that should all tasks exceed - Which yet the Fays had sighed o’er: - A monstrous tower, ne’er seen its like, - Whose crest should seem the clouds to strike, - And even the loftiest plantain-spike - Peer in prodigious pride o’er. - - Not empty-handed Elfmel came: - A mirror wan in dark-wove frame - The Witch had sent, and o’er the same - Breathed many a murmur mystic; - In size it matched the rain-drop pearled - At broadest blade-point; round it curled - Stag-beetle’s antler, carved and whirled - With sentence Kabalistic. - - The which, if hung ere fall of night - Near Oberon’s couch, by subtle sleight - Of maker’s craft, and magic’s might, - Would show him such a vision - As must his frenzy scare away: - “Ay, stranger secrets ’twill bewray,” - Quoth she; yet more she would not say, - But sped the Elf on his mission. - - This Elfmel did anon relate - To his comrades, met in grave debate, - Who joyed to learn their evil estate - Might now eftsoons be mended. - And twain in haste by secret stair - To Oberon’s bower the mirror-bare, - What time he bode all unaware - Of aught his Elves intended. - - Methinks when dimness round them closed, - The weariest Fay but seldom dozed, - For new-blown glee with morn-flush rosed - The drift of night’s pale lily; - Or hope and fear, like boisterous breeze - Whereon the fluttering petal flees, - Frayed sleep, that loves on hearts at ease - To light and linger stilly. - -[Illustration] - - Some soft as drowsy finches sung: - “Oh sweet, ye Fays, our lawns among - To fleet fair days, from dawn’s flame sprung - Till night star-bright,” they twittered; - While others kept a mien more grave, - For somewhat still their minds misgave - That care so blithe an end should have - Which long their lives embittered. - - But all, thro’ hopes and fears, watched fain - To see red light the east distain, - That Oberon should rouse again - From slumbers gramarie-haunted; - For then they must behold a sign - If verily to that spell benign - The Bad Brown Witch’s power malign - Had yielded, quelled and daunted. - - And ’mid the mists of morning-tide - Thronged to the Palace court they hied; - And, lo, the massy door flung wide, - And Oberon thro’ it pacing. - Sad was his look, as if he grieved - Of long-deluding hope bereaved, - Or fairest myth, too much believed, - Truth-touched with finger effacing. - - Forth paced he to as mute a hush - As falls upon the twittering bush - Whence titmice watch the missel-thrush, - Their motley tyrant, coming; - For never a Fay durst move, in fear - Lest haply so should fail his ear - The words he held his breath to hear - Above his heart’s thick drumming. - - Nor any sound from earth or sky - That silence flawed, save if thereby - A restive Earwig, stalled anigh, - Stamped foot and tugged at tether; - Or shrilled a sharper note than that - Where overhead a gaunt-limbed Gnat, - Perched on a neighbouring roof-ridge, sat - And twirled lean legs together. - - “Strange tidings unto you I bring, - My faithful Fays,” so spake the King - “For in this night a wondrous thing - Was shown me as I slumbered; - A wondrous thing and piteous both, - For against itself my heart grows wroth - To think how I have abused your troth, - And worked you woes unnumbered. - - “Yea, bitter ’tis, since now my brain - No longer reels thro’ sorcery’s bane, - To trace these tracks of labour vain, - This witless work to gaze on; - Yon cumbrous heaps of stones and stocks - Seem filled for me with flouts and mocks, - As if all round on boards and blocks - I read my folly’s blazon. - - “Yet bitterer far to feel the while - That every huge-erected pile - Rose inch by inch with drudgery vile - From Elfin race exacted. - And who your freedom’s traitorous thief? - Ah, who but I, your chosen chief? - Nay, think not I, but frenzy brief - Of mind with charms distracted. - - “And now the night-sent sign, that snaps - This witch-knot black, the mist unwraps - Wherein Fate hid our future haps, - And me its portent teacheth - ’Tis fit that yet one further task - I of your tried allegiance ask-- - I truly; ’tis no warlock’s mask - That here your aid beseecheth: - - “I charge you that forthright ye haste - To lay this cursëd city waste; - Let wall be breached, and site erased, - Pluck down both roof and rafter; - Leave not a stone on stone to stand; - Ne’er shall your monarch, by this hand! - Of Faery folk such toils demand - In all the ages after.” - - Thereat uprose a jubilant shout - From all who hearkened round about, - For so they knew beyond a doubt - King Oberon’s craze departed. - “Swift be the King’s command obeyed, - Then hence” (they cried), “to greenwood glade, - Where Elves, as liked them best estrayed, - Whilom have ranged light-hearted.” - - But Oberon, still of mien deject, - Their strain exultant heard and checked - With lifted palm and pale aspect, - That motioned silence thro’ them. - -[Illustration: - -_Copyright 1894 by Macmillan & Co._] - - “Not so,” spake he in accents grave, - “No more for us the deep woods wave, - Tho’ dear the home their greenery gave, - Tho’ long our hearts may rue them; - - “Tho’ fain were I, if this might be, - Down yon cool shades all care to flee, - And very fain would watch your glee - Wax as in good days golden-- - For, lo, the dream, whose power undid - That ill witch-charm, a secret hid, - Which hath, while fouler harm it rid, - So fair a hope withholden. - - “Mark well, ye Fays: In years long fled, - When Earthland first felt Elfin tread-- - But whence, or how, or why we sped, - I wot our wisest knows not-- - The Fate who did our journeyings guide - Ne’er destined that, whate’er betide, - This ball must aye our dwelling bide, - A prison whose doors unclose not. - - “That weird-night’s vision warns me so-- - Had meshed us soon in webs of woe, - Whence Fate hath willed we free should go, - Long since to me confiding - The word whereby, if need befal, - Aërial chariots I may call, - Mage-fashioned, meet to waft us all - Up ways heaven’s vault dividing. - - “Yet here so long, so blithe, we dwelled, - So dear our haunts by flood and feld, - That evermore I hoped and held - Such word need ne’er be spoken, - Now from me wrung by darkening doom, - As menace-murk of thunder-gloom - Bids shun hurled bolt and bellowing boom - Ere yet the storm hath broken. - - “No plainer speech my lips dare frame; - But, soothly, had ye seen the same, - Each idle moment would ye blame - That us from flight doth sever, - Not loitering o’er what rests to do - Ere hence we float up yonder blue, - Self-exiled from the paths we knew-- - For ever and for ever.” - - I trow that every Fay who heard - Was grieved at heart by Oberon’s word, - Yet none lamented, none demurred, - Or against his will besought him; - For in his steadfast-mournful eyne - They could some fatal truth divine, - Tho’ none might know what boding sign - To stern resolve had wrought him. - - And ’tis a riddle still ungues’t - What vision from that mirror’s breast - Was flashed athwart King Oberon’s rest, - So filled with fear and wonder. - Some say that unto him were shown - Days when round earth, once green and lone, - Shall whirl with cities all o’ergrown, - No Elf-ring’s circle asunder; - And say he saw or ever he woke - High heaven blurred out with riftless smoke, - Where men ground down ’neath labour’s yoke - Toil to the mad wheel’s thunder; - World weeded o’er from prime to prime - With want, and woe, and care, and crime, - Unmeet to tell in Faery rime, - That halts such burden under. - - Howbeit, the Elves in eager crowd - Made haste to raze those mansions proud; - Anon the rill-cliffs echoed loud - To crash of timbers falling, - As toppling towers at onslaught rude - Reeled down in wrack, and street-rows strewed - Their swift-wrought ruin, whence captives shrewd - Slipped homeward, warily crawling. - - Till soon, if wanderer chanced to fare - Across that earth-patch smooth and bare, - He spied no Elfin doings there, - And only heard a rustle - Where shrivelled leaves their serest brown - Thro’ Autumn mists had drifted down. - This was the end of Elfintown, - Built with such coil and bustle. - - Then Oberon spake the word of might - That set the enchanted cars in sight; - But lore I lack to tell aright - -[Illustration: - -_Copyright 1894 by Macmillan & Co._] - - Where these had waited hidden. - Perchance the clear airs round us rolled - In secret cells did them enfold, - Like evening dew that none behold - Till to the sward ’tis slidden. - - And who can say what wizardise - Had fashioned them in marvellous wise, - And given them power to stoop and rise - More high than thought hath travelled? - Somewhat of cloud their frames consist, - But more of meteor’s luminous mist, - All girt with strands of seven-hued twist - From rainbow’s verge unravelled. - - ’Tis said, and I believe it well, - That whoso mounts their magic sell, - Goes, if he list, invisible - Beneath the broadest noonlight; - That virtue comes of Faery-fern, - Lone-lived where hill-slopes starward turn - Thro’ frore night hours that bid it burn - Flame-fronded in the moonlight; - - For this holds true--too true, alas!-- - The sky that eve was clear as glass, - Yet no man saw the Faeries pass - Where azure pathways glisten; - And true it is--too true, ay me-- - That nevermore on lawn or lea - Shall mortal man a Faery see, - Tho’ long he look and listen. - - Only the twilit woods among - A wild-winged breeze hath sometimes flung - Dim echoes borne from strains soft-sung - Beyond sky-reaches hollow; - Still further, fainter up the height, - Receding past the deep-zoned night-- - Far chant of Fays who lead that flight, - Faint call of Fays who follow: - - (_Fays following._) Red-rose mists o’erdrift - Moth-moon’s glimmering white, - Lit by sheen-silled west - Barred with fiery bar; - Fleeting, following swift, - Whither across the night - Seek we bourne of rest? - (_Fays leading._) Afar. - - (_Fays following._) Vailing crest on crest - Down the shadowy height, - Earth with shores and seas - Dropt, a dwindling gleam. - Dusk, and bowery nest, - Dawn, and dells dew-bright, - What shall bide of these? - (_Fays leading._) A dream. - - (_Fays following._) Fled, ah fled, our sight. - Yea, but thrills of fire - Throbbed adown yon deep, - Faint and very far - Who shall rede aright? - Say, what wafts us nigher, - Beckoning up the steep? - (_Fays leading._) A star. - - (_Fays following._) List, a star! a star! - Oh, our goal of light! - Yet the winged shades sweep, - Yet the void looms vast. - Weary our wild dreams are: - When shall cease our flight - Soft on shores of sleep? - (_Fays leading._) At last. - - [Illustration] - - [Illustration] - -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE END OF ELFINTOWN *** - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the -United States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: The End of Elfintown</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Jane Barlow</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Illustrator: Laurence Housman</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: April 20, 2022 [eBook #67883]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: Charlene Taylor, Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive)</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE END OF ELFINTOWN ***</div> -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/cover.jpg"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" height="500" alt="[The -image of the book's cover is unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<table cellpadding="0"> -<tr><td class="c" colspan="3"><b>CONTENTS</b></td></tr> -<tr><td class="r"><a href="#I_THE_BUILDING">I.</a></td><td><a href="#I_THE_BUILDING">—THE BUILDING</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="r"><a href="#II_THE_COUNCIL">II.</a></td><td><a href="#II_THE_COUNCIL">—THE COUNCIL</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="r"><a href="#III_THE_FLITTING">III.</a></td><td><a href="#III_THE_FLITTING">—THE FLITTING</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 390px;"> -<a href="images/titlepage.jpg"> -<img src="images/titlepage.jpg" height="600" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h1>THE END OF<br /> -ELFINTOWN</h1> - -<p class="c"><small>BY</small><br /> -JANE BARLOW<br /> -<small>ILLUSTRATED BY</small><br /> -LAURENCE HOUSMAN<br /><br /> -LONDON<br /> -MACMILLAN & CO.<br /> -1894 -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_1" id="page_1">{1}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="I_THE_BUILDING" id="I_THE_BUILDING"></a></h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 316px;"> -<a href="images/image001.jpg"> -<img src="images/image001.jpg" width="316" height="400" alt="I.—THE BUILDING" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Now</span> would that he who knew so well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of fierce Pigwiggin’s armour fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And angered Oberon’s wrath, to tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how their feud was ended,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_2" id="page_2">{2}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yea, would that he, ere hence he sped,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had writ in gold, as I in lead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For men to learn why Fays be fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whitherward they wended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">It hapt in ages far agone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A harmful spell was cast upon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Elfin King, great Oberon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And teen and trouble brought him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And albeit none can track the skill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That wove the charm full-fraught with ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We wot the Bad Brown Witch’s will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such perilous mischief wrought him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For she by magic showed him clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In mirroring crystal of her mere,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wondrous Town; ’twas many a year<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_3" id="page_3">{3}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere yet its like were builded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But thro’ her might of gramarie<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She made the Elfin Prince to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The grandest that on earth should be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And most by wealth-wand gilded.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas shrunk, I trow, to seemly size<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For straiter range of Elfin eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But else it had its mortal guise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No sight, no stir omitted,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With tower and temple, and mart and street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And prison and palace, all complete,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whirr of wheels, and hurry of feet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hither thither flitted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Whereon the King much-marvelling gazed,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_4" id="page_4">{4}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Admiring more, and more amazed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till, when the Witch its image razed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still in his heart it tarried,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(A secret that he might not tell),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And home unto his woodland dell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That city’s vision, like a spell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’er all his thoughts he carried.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And since that day he dwelled no more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In joyance blithe as theretofore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But sadly aye himself he bore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amid the sunniest shining;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor quivering beam, nor fluttering breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor flickering shade, his sense could please;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He dreamed of rarer things than these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And for their lack was pining.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_5" id="page_5">{5}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From harebell’s tent to bindweed’s hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From cup-moss low to foxglove tall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He shifted oft his couch withal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet still would chide his chamber,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And said the glowworm-lamps burned dim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And slurred the dew at rose-bud’s rim;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The kingcup’s gold looked dull to him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cowslip’s gawds of amber.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Hence, on his discontents to brood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sat one eve in sorry mood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While whispering Elves around him stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And said ’twas strange, ’twas pity;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When, sudden, light as leaf on spray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He leaped and laughed: “By Flowers o’ May,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine Elves,” quoth he, “our own essay<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_6" id="page_6">{6}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall build as fair a city.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And eagerly at morrow’s light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He hasted forth to choose a site,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whereon should now be reared aright<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strong walls and storeys stately.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He found it soon: an earth-plot bare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond an elm’s droop; six yards square;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No sod, no moss, no weed, throve there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which pleased King Oberon greatly.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“For thro’ those streets,” said he, “was seen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No blade of grass, or glint of green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But pavements ferly smooth and clean;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Small fear of footsteps tripping.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not far away a brook bobbed by:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_7" id="page_7">{7}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“From thence,” he said, “we may supply<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our waterworks; and soothly I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grow weary of dew-drop sipping.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then hied him home amain, and shook<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His drowsy Fays from every nook,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bade them follow with him, and look<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where splendour should be springing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ere the earliest star blinked down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon that earth-patch bare and brown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first white pebble of Elfintown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He laid ’mid cheers loud-ringing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And now, indeed, industrious days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Be risen upon the land of Fays,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where every liege his Lord obeys,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_8" id="page_8">{8}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And toils beside his neighbour.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They plied them late, they plied them soon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In dew of dawn, thro’ drowth of noon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, oft the wan light of a moon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swam in to lamp their labour.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No more round Faery-ring they swept<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In mazy measures ere they slept;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, silent, to his lair each crept,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Limb wearied, sinews aching.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more they couched in campion’s cell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or slumbered soft in lily-bell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prone on the ground they flung pell-mell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brief rest from task-work taking.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Some kneaded stubborn clay for bricks,<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_9" id="page_9">{9}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 423px;"> -<a href="images/image009.jpg"> -<img src="images/image009.jpg" width="423" height="600" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<div class="caption"> - -<p><i>Copyright 1894 by Macmillan & Co.</i></p></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_10" id="page_10">{10}</a></span>  </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_11" id="page_11">{11}</a></span>  </p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With shells’ jagged splints some sawed at sticks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some delved the soil with brier-thorn picks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To helves of flax-haulm fitted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On business more than one can name<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From dawn to dusk they went and came;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None durst his share refuse for shame,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor would with sloth be twitted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And brutish things, that creep and crawl<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stingless and strong, they did enthrall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To burdens bear, and pull and haul,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Along the highways goaded;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There might ye see the Beetle black<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come lumbering down the dusty track,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With pebble-blocks piled on his back,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or mossy twig-beams loaded.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_12" id="page_12">{12}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And oft they ponderous weights would heap<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On slow-paced Slugs, who, half-asleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For many a tedious yard must creep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their drivers by them trudging;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even nimbler Ants they made submit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bridle and curb of cobweb knit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unruly teams, that plunged and bit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Against the yoke sore grudging.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Thus, sped by toil of serf and Fay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The work lagged nowise; day by day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">New mansions rose in rich array<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beside the paven causey;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their like was ne’er in Elfland known,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some built of brick, and some of stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And roofed with mica slabs that shone,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_13" id="page_13">{13}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And glazed with gnat-wings gauzy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But, fairest amongst all these descried,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood in the middle edified<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Palace where the King should bide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well worthy a royal master;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of whitest graile its walls, or stained<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With delicate streaks like marble veined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From brook-bank quarries drawn, fine-grained,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pure as alabaster.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">I dare not say how many a line<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It towered aloft, nor words are mine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tell what fancies Faery-fine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did hall and chamber garnish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All carpeted with hand-spun moss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or laurel-leaf tight strained across,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_14" id="page_14">{14}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That flooring made of smoother gloss<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than e’er had wax or varnish.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">With couch, and stool, and cushion strown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of ash-bud’s silk or thistle’s down;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their rugs, fluffed fells of field-mice brown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For tiger’s skin and panther’s.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their curtains came from spider-looms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their walls were hung with moths’ soft plumes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Much gold-dust glittered thro’ the rooms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From stamens brushed and anthers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A midge-flight from the Palace gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Scroll-work of skeleton beech-leaf) straight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Fane they reared that matched in state<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_15" id="page_15">{15}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 413px;"> -<a href="images/image015.jpg"> -<img src="images/image015.jpg" width="413" height="600" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<div class="caption"> - -<p><i>Copyright 1894 by Macmillan & Co.</i></p></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_16" id="page_16">{16}</a></span>  </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_17" id="page_17">{17}</a></span>  </p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Famed Athens or Eleusis;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such beauty frieze and cornice lent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Entablature and pediment;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In double row tall columns went<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around it, as their use is.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Each from one slab of rush’s pith<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hewn, like majestic monolith,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The architrave to prop, therewith<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The massy roof upholding.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Indoors ’twas all adusk and chill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No Fay but felt a solemn thrill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pace its cloistered twilight still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mysterious glooms enfolding.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Then from the brook with trenching spade<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_18" id="page_18">{18}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smooth dandelion tubes they laid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hemlock pipes that bitter made<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The water thro’ them tasted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hence, some fastidious Fays would go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With acorn barrels to and fro,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till this the King forbade, lest so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their labour seem but wasted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Herein alone his fortune frowned:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in all Fayland was not found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fire-snake, lured from underground<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As even-dusk grows dimmer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This lacked, they did for lamp-posts choose<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stout daisy-stems, and glowworms use,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chained there all night with knot and noose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make a goodly glimmer.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_20" id="page_20">{20}</a></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_19" id="page_19">{19}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 421px;"> -<a href="images/image020.jpg"> -<img src="images/image020.jpg" width="421" height="600" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<div class="caption"> - -<p><i>Copyright by Macmillan & Co. 1894</i></p></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_21" id="page_21">{21}</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">But who so fain as Oberon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That watched as every morn outshone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His peerless city waxing on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While in its growth he gloried?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Triumphant joy it gave the King<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see each straw-plank scaffolding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pulled down piecemeal, as walls upspring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wide-windowed, many-storied.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And ever his stirring Elves amid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He walked, and spied on all they did,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And toilers praised, and idlers chid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With earnest speech and eager;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till, swift as blades in April-time<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro’ clod-cracks pricked, did skyward climb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roof crowding roof; whereof my rime<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keeps but a record meagre.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_22" id="page_22">{22}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">And now ye might, in sooth, have thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seeing all to such perfection wrought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Fays might well repose have sought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From toil returned to pleasure.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Howbeit, not so their King inclined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For fast as sped the works designed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fresh plans were shapen in his mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That wist not bound or measure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Oft as from Palace towers he eyed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That spacious plain, as oft he sighed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see it planted far and wide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With street-rows thick as stubble.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor seldom flaws of wind and rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Uplifting roof, and shattering pane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That needs must be restored again,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_23" id="page_23">{23}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did Elfin labours double.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Thus, by the malice of the skies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tasks their King would still devise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Fays beheld new toils arise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bar their hope of resting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As he who from the strand hath swum,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While in his ear the surges hum,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sees evermore to meet him come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White flocks of billows cresting.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Which when at last they clearly knew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep discontent upon them grew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till scarce a Fay did timber hew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or piled up clay or pebble,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or hoisted load with strain and heft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or grained a door with fingers deft<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_24" id="page_24">{24}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And listless thoughts, but, hope-bereft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At heart was half a rebel.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 216px;"> -<a href="images/image024.jpg"> -<img src="images/image024.jpg" width="216" height="400" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_25" id="page_25">{25}</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="II_THE_COUNCIL" id="II_THE_COUNCIL"></a></h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 258px;"> -<a href="images/image025.jpg"> -<img src="images/image025.jpg" width="258" height="400" alt="II.—THE COUNCIL" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">So</span>, after setting of a sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all their day’s long coil was done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dew on gossamer-threads late-spun<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_26" id="page_26">{26}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the moonbeams trembled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Called to a chosen meeting-place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without the Town a frog-leap’s space,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To talk about their evil case<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Elfin folk assembled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">’Twas in good sooth a sight forlorn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see them fagged and labour-worn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their dainty garments stained and torn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forms bowed with weary stooping;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Most like a bed of windflowers frail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What time a shower of pelting hail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath smirched with mould the petals pale<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And left the bruised stalks drooping.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And as when ruffling breeze-wafts go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now sighing loud, now moaning low,<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_28" id="page_28">{28}</a></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_27" id="page_27">{27}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 427px;"> -<a href="images/image028.jpg"> -<img src="images/image028.jpg" width="427" height="600" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_29" id="page_29">{29}</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Among the shivering blossoms, so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Among the Elves upstarted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wail of voices small and shrill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That swelled and sank commingled, still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lamenting o’er their present ill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or ancient bliss departed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">First Elfrain, for his silvern tongue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Renowned his Faery feres among,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon a fallen beech-nut sprung,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spake clear, while hushed they hearkened:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“It little needs, ye Elves” (he said),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“To bid you ’ware the direful dread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By gathering glooms and shadows spread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherewith our days are darkened.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But, since a shadow’s curse is e’er<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_30" id="page_30">{30}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eyes to blind and feet to snare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That else a path would find and fare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From forth its grim embrasure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behoves us seek from whence they flit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These shades that on our lives have lit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For so, perchance, a way we hit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Back to the beamy azure.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“Then, prithee, freeborn Fays and Elves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here let us pause and ask ourselves<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why this one hews, why that one delves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Finch waking, chafer whirring.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What graceless freak of spiteful change<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath o’er us wound these fetters strange,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who wont down all the dells to range<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unchecked as breeze’s stirring?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_31" id="page_31">{31}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“What joy have ye to cleave the clod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or mortar bear in chickpea hod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or down the creaking cart-track plod,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or up the ladder dizzy?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, daubed with clay, and grimed with dust,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This piteous plight declares ye must<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lament the charge upon you thrust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That makes you bondslaves busy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Where now be flown the mirthful hours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye fleeted by in blossomy bowers?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soft sleep at core of scented flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gay sports on greensward airy?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why fail your feasts, why flag your flights,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your morrice-dance on moonlit nights?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have these things now no more delights<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_32" id="page_32">{32}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">For heart of woodland Faery?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“But if one saith: ‘The King commands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This irksome service at our hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Oberon’s will no Fay withstands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest traitorous act accuse him’—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To such: The ancient laws (I say),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro’ which our monarch holds his sway,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Point duly where we must obey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And where, unblamed, refuse him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Since for this cause we crowned his head:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That long as Elfin sports be sped,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He still should rule the maze we tread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When every Faery traces<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On dew-sprent turf the emerald ring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even as the planet lamps that swing<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_33" id="page_33">{33}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In shimmering cirques around <i>their</i> King,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far up heaven’s star-strown spaces.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Hence, if for us he prove indeed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No sun-bright orb our step to lead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Jack-o’-lantern’s goblin glede,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That traveller’s foot betrayeth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall we our lightsome paths forsake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro’ bogs to err and briery brake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where thorn-pricks thrust and quagmires quake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lured as his false gleam playeth?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yea, of the King I ask: To thee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were given for lieges Faeries free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or creeping things whose toil we see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By niggard Nature spurred on?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_34" id="page_34">{34}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">They twist the thread, they store the grain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thus, at least, their portion gain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst us thou biddest to struggles vain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That win nor gift nor guerdon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“Yet, furthermore, and haply first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In import grave: some spell accurst,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Methinks, this troublous toiler’s-thirst<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus in our King sets burning;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I long since have deemed to mark<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flash from his eye a fitful spark,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enkindled by those sorceries dark<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That steal the wits’ discerning.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“How else should he, who erst had known<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fair mansions in fresh flower-buds blown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His dwelling choose of stock and stone,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_35" id="page_35">{35}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Coarse clay, and cobweb flimsy?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yon piles uncouth, whereon we have wrought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro’ weary workdays, seem they aught<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save folly planned by one distraught<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With some fantastic whimsy?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“Now, by the Night-bat’s shriek! full loth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were I to slight my deep-sworn oath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or hear it said that I for sloth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mine owed allegiance scanted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, tho’ I bide such slanders ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I less could brook the Fay-folk still<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enslaved to work the warlock’s will<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who hath our King enchanted.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus he; and thro’ his hearers went<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep murmurs, as when hearts assent<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_36" id="page_36">{36}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To words that voice their discontent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long felt but lowly muttered.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Elfdore from among them next<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arose, his gentle spirit vext,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And much with jarring griefs perplext,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As mournful speech he uttered:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Ay me, what stinging thoughts awoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like ray-warmed flies, while Elfrain spoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And told the wrongs of Faery-folk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sorer ills that threat them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, keenlier thrilling, called to mind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those days ere yet our bliss declined—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lost days, tho’ far they lag behind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What Elf can once forget them?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Your heaviest task to plot some prank,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_37" id="page_37">{37}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your dullest hour blithe pastimes shrank;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With sun that rose, and sun that sank,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No Faery’s gladness vanished.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But very vainly lend I speech<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To loud-voiced woes; this truth can teach,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In few, what dismal tracts we reach,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From former weal far-banished:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That, when our green-ywimpled wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like moss-rose reddening thro’ her hood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lets vermeil dawn a path make good<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where many a dim shade drowseth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No more, as once, its burgeoning light<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seems flower-soft balm to Elfin sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But signal-fire that weary wight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To loathëd labour rouseth.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_38" id="page_38">{38}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And when the West’s curved crystalline<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pales, over-brimmed with silvern shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pure water poured where blush-tinct wine<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The rubied rim was crowning,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Naught heeding save our hardship’s case,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We only sigh: ‘Ebb, light, apace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leave our cares a little space<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In dreamless slumber drowning.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“Then, since, of Elfin frolic stripped,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In slavish bonds our days are clipped,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scarce save in sleep-whelmed pauses slipped,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blank silence, whither fleeing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From senses’ dole to senses’ dearth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We respite seek—holds life its worth?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What joy were minished on the earth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If Faeries ceased from being?<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_39" id="page_39">{39}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 432px;"> -<a href="images/image039.jpg"> -<img src="images/image039.jpg" width="432" height="600" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<div class="caption"> - -<p><i>Copyright 1894 by Macmillan & Co.</i></p></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_40" id="page_40">{40}</a></span>  </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_41" id="page_41">{41}</a></span>  </p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“And not on you alone this yoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of bondage falls; an humbler folk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May rue the hour when trowel’s stroke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First tinkled clinking yonder;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our fellow-wights of feature quaint,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now captived, maugre plea and plaint,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To drudge for us; whose harsh constraint<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I oft remorseful ponder.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My heart grows hot when yearnings vain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dumb in the draught-ant’s eyes speak plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For comrades’ blithesome bustle fain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amid their garnered treasure.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ruth and wrath will thro’ me throb<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hear the unsightly Spider sob,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When from her loom the weft we rob,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wove with such pride and pleasure.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_42" id="page_42">{42}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And still when harnessed Snail or Slug<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I watch the hated wain-load tug,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or Beetle gross down ruts deep-dug<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath past me, panting, lumbered,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reproachful twinges wring my mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For so we twofold burdens bind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On creatures whom, thro’ Fate unkind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unwieldy frames have cumbered.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“Yet, if, irate at wrongs of these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rebel thoughts I turn for ease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I fare as foot that nettle flees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But which barbed thistle lameth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So shrewd a thorn-pang pierced my breast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What time I heard an Elf suggest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Fays should scorn their King’s behest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since overmuch he claimeth.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_43" id="page_43">{43}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“For, tho’ mine ire mount ne’er so high,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let Oberon but anon draw nigh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With joyful mien and sparkling eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our bootless tasks admiring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, doubting naught of hearers glad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Begin to tell new projects mad—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tall towers to raise, long rows to add,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All Elfland’s strength requiring,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Then, wistful, pause my face to scan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And read approval of his plan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trow, if for very ruth I can<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There brook him vainly seek it.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, if I knew one word whose might<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could all his hopes forbid and blight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loose Elfdom’s chains, and crush his sprite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In truth ’twere hard to speak it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_44" id="page_44">{44}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But for the cause that Elfrain deems<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hath crazed the King with waking dreams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A Wizard, who our ruin schemes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With arts beyond our foiling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So fell a thought I dare not think<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That leadeth to a misery’s brink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherefrom my frighted fancies shrink<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In anguish back recoiling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“Our case my counsel mocks. I rede<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We Elfmel call, and straitly heed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The word he speaks; for if, indeed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dark Fate, a cure thou shroudest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wisdom shall that cure surprise.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then all around rang eager cries:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Let Elfmel speak—let him advise”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he, at clamour’s loudest,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_45" id="page_45">{45}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stood forth upon the beechen stage;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not old, for Faeries know not age,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But past his peers reputed sage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such fame his wit achieveth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">True to the mark his winged words went,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sure as a well-poised arrow sent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet clear to show their thought’s intent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As air that arrow cleaveth:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Lo, Elfrain’s guess, and Elfdore’s dread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I long have known for truth” (he said);<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“No mortal guile the snare hath spread<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Oberon lies entangled;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor lives who thus awry could twitch<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His sense, or fool to such a pitch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Save one alone, the Bad Brown Witch.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aye plotting ills new-fangled.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_46" id="page_46">{46}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And, wot ye well, if aught avail<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To countercharm her magic’s bale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose mischief sore we so bewail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plunged in this dire quandáry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis aid no mortal power can lend;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One only may her marring mend—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Good Gray Witch, a faithful friend<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oft proved to folk of Faery.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet, he who would her pity awake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A perilous path must undertake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For far beside her Lonesome Lake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A slumbrous trance hath bound her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where evermore a silence deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like trusty sentinel, must keep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mute watch to guard the sevenfold sleep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That laps its dreams around her.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_47" id="page_47">{47}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The first fold shade or shine ne’er crossed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond the next each sound fails lost;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The third fends off both fire and frost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How fierce so e’er their noyance;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fourth shrouds safe from fear and fret;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fifth bars memory and regret;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keen ire and scorn the sixth can let,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The seventh all hope and joyance.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Still may her helpful might be sought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still may her ruthful heart be raught,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Albeit by steps with peril fraught,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down dim paths danger-ridden;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yea, long-conned mage-lore yields me arms<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can pierce her sleep; right awesome charms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That, save for cure of grievous harms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To utter I am forbidden.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_48" id="page_48">{48}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And erst deemed I that haply soon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As film-flakes floating by the moon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Steeped in her frosted fire-flood swoon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one brief moment dim it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Even so from us our cares might drift<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fleeting and fading soft and swift;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But nay; their pall shows never a rift,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their shade-sweep never a limit.<br /></span> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And therefore now, ye Fays, I feel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis time to her we make appeal<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For help that Oberon’s hurt shall heal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lure him from his madness;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And list ye on this mission trust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My zeal and truth, her power august<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will I beseech, till yield it must<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A boon to work us gladness.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_49" id="page_49">{49}</a></span>”<br /></span> -</div></div></div> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 213px;"> -<a href="images/image049.jpg"> -<img src="images/image049.jpg" width="213" height="400" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Then, like the hum as poised bee swoops<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gold-domed gloom where flower-bell droops,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The voice of clustering Elfin groups<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rose up, his speech approving;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cried that in such embassage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No worthier Elf could e’er engage;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bade him speed the task whose wage<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Should be their woe’s removing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_50" id="page_50">{50}</a></span>  </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_51" id="page_51">{51}</a></span>  </p> - -<h2><a name="III_THE_FLITTING" id="III_THE_FLITTING"></a></h2> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 283px;"> -<a href="images/image051.jpg"> -<img src="images/image051.jpg" width="283" height="400" alt="III.—THE FLITTING" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Hence</span>, when the dawn looked dewiest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forth Elfmel fared on fateful quest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alone, so ran the charm’s behest,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_52" id="page_52">{52}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">While still the King lay dreaming;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But—since his se’ennight’s peril dared<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were long to tell—he home repaired<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Elfintown at sunset flared,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With roofs and windows gleaming.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He came, in sooth, at time of need,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because the King had just decreed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A task that should all tasks exceed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which yet the Fays had sighed o’er:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A monstrous tower, ne’er seen its like,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose crest should seem the clouds to strike,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And even the loftiest plantain-spike<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Peer in prodigious pride o’er.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not empty-handed Elfmel came:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A mirror wan in dark-wove frame<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_53" id="page_53">{53}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Witch had sent, and o’er the same<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Breathed many a murmur mystic;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In size it matched the rain-drop pearled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At broadest blade-point; round it curled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stag-beetle’s antler, carved and whirled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With sentence Kabalistic.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The which, if hung ere fall of night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Near Oberon’s couch, by subtle sleight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of maker’s craft, and magic’s might,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would show him such a vision<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As must his frenzy scare away:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Ay, stranger secrets ’twill bewray,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quoth she; yet more she would not say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But sped the Elf on his mission.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">This Elfmel did anon relate<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_54" id="page_54">{54}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To his comrades, met in grave debate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who joyed to learn their evil estate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Might now eftsoons be mended.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And twain in haste by secret stair<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Oberon’s bower the mirror-bare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What time he bode all unaware<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of aught his Elves intended.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Methinks when dimness round them closed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The weariest Fay but seldom dozed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For new-blown glee with morn-flush rosed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The drift of night’s pale lily;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or hope and fear, like boisterous breeze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whereon the fluttering petal flees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Frayed sleep, that loves on hearts at ease<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To light and linger stilly.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_55" id="page_55">{55}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 421px;"> -<a href="images/image055.jpg"> -<img src="images/image055.jpg" width="421" height="600" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_56" id="page_56">{56}</a></span>  </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_57" id="page_57">{57}</a></span>  </p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Some soft as drowsy finches sung:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Oh sweet, ye Fays, our lawns among<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To fleet fair days, from dawn’s flame sprung<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till night star-bright,” they twittered;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While others kept a mien more grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For somewhat still their minds misgave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That care so blithe an end should have<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which long their lives embittered.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But all, thro’ hopes and fears, watched fain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see red light the east distain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Oberon should rouse again<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From slumbers gramarie-haunted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For then they must behold a sign<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If verily to that spell benign<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Bad Brown Witch’s power malign<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had yielded, quelled and daunted.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_58" id="page_58">{58}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And ’mid the mists of morning-tide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thronged to the Palace court they hied;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, lo, the massy door flung wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Oberon thro’ it pacing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sad was his look, as if he grieved<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of long-deluding hope bereaved,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or fairest myth, too much believed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Truth-touched with finger effacing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Forth paced he to as mute a hush<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As falls upon the twittering bush<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whence titmice watch the missel-thrush,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their motley tyrant, coming;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For never a Fay durst move, in fear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest haply so should fail his ear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The words he held his breath to hear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Above his heart’s thick drumming.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_59" id="page_59">{59}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor any sound from earth or sky<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That silence flawed, save if thereby<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A restive Earwig, stalled anigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stamped foot and tugged at tether;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or shrilled a sharper note than that<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where overhead a gaunt-limbed Gnat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perched on a neighbouring roof-ridge, sat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And twirled lean legs together.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“Strange tidings unto you I bring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My faithful Fays,” so spake the King<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“For in this night a wondrous thing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was shown me as I slumbered;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wondrous thing and piteous both,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For against itself my heart grows wroth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To think how I have abused your troth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And worked you woes unnumbered.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_60" id="page_60">{60}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yea, bitter ’tis, since now my brain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No longer reels thro’ sorcery’s bane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To trace these tracks of labour vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This witless work to gaze on;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yon cumbrous heaps of stones and stocks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seem filled for me with flouts and mocks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if all round on boards and blocks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I read my folly’s blazon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yet bitterer far to feel the while<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That every huge-erected pile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rose inch by inch with drudgery vile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Elfin race exacted.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And who your freedom’s traitorous thief?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, who but I, your chosen chief?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nay, think not I, but frenzy brief<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of mind with charms distracted.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_61" id="page_61">{61}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“And now the night-sent sign, that snaps<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This witch-knot black, the mist unwraps<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherein Fate hid our future haps,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And me its portent teacheth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis fit that yet one further task<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I of your tried allegiance ask—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I truly; ’tis no warlock’s mask<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That here your aid beseecheth:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I charge you that forthright ye haste<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To lay this cursëd city waste;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let wall be breached, and site erased,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pluck down both roof and rafter;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leave not a stone on stone to stand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er shall your monarch, by this hand!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Faery folk such toils demand<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_62" id="page_62">{62}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">In all the ages after.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Thereat uprose a jubilant shout<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From all who hearkened round about,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For so they knew beyond a doubt<br /></span> -<span class="i0">King Oberon’s craze departed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Swift be the King’s command obeyed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then hence” (they cried), “to greenwood glade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where Elves, as liked them best estrayed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilom have ranged light-hearted.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">But Oberon, still of mien deject,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their strain exultant heard and checked<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With lifted palm and pale aspect,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That motioned silence thro’ them.<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_63" id="page_63">{63}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 413px;"> -<a href="images/image063.jpg"> -<img src="images/image063.jpg" width="413" height="600" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<div class="caption"> - -<p><i>Copyright 1894 by Macmillan & Co.</i></p></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_64" id="page_64">{64}</a></span>  </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_65" id="page_65">{65}</a></span>  </p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Not so,” spake he in accents grave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“No more for us the deep woods wave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho’ dear the home their greenery gave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho’ long our hearts may rue them;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Tho’ fain were I, if this might be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Down yon cool shades all care to flee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And very fain would watch your glee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wax as in good days golden—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For, lo, the dream, whose power undid<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ill witch-charm, a secret hid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which hath, while fouler harm it rid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So fair a hope withholden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“Mark well, ye Fays: In years long fled,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_66" id="page_66">{66}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Earthland first felt Elfin tread—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But whence, or how, or why we sped,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wot our wisest knows not—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Fate who did our journeyings guide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ne’er destined that, whate’er betide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This ball must aye our dwelling bide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A prison whose doors unclose not.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“That weird-night’s vision warns me so—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had meshed us soon in webs of woe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whence Fate hath willed we free should go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long since to me confiding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The word whereby, if need befal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aërial chariots I may call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mage-fashioned, meet to waft us all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up ways heaven’s vault dividing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_67" id="page_67">{67}</a></span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">“Yet here so long, so blithe, we dwelled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So dear our haunts by flood and feld,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That evermore I hoped and held<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such word need ne’er be spoken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now from me wrung by darkening doom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As menace-murk of thunder-gloom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bids shun hurled bolt and bellowing boom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere yet the storm hath broken.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“No plainer speech my lips dare frame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, soothly, had ye seen the same,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each idle moment would ye blame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That us from flight doth sever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not loitering o’er what rests to do<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere hence we float up yonder blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Self-exiled from the paths we knew—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ever and for ever.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_68" id="page_68">{68}</a></span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">I trow that every Fay who heard<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was grieved at heart by Oberon’s word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet none lamented, none demurred,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or against his will besought him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For in his steadfast-mournful eyne<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They could some fatal truth divine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho’ none might know what boding sign<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To stern resolve had wrought him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And ’tis a riddle still ungues’t<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What vision from that mirror’s breast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was flashed athwart King Oberon’s rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So filled with fear and wonder.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some say that unto him were shown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Days when round earth, once green and lone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall whirl with cities all o’ergrown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No Elf-ring’s circle asunder;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_69" id="page_69">{69}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And say he saw or ever he woke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">High heaven blurred out with riftless smoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where men ground down ’neath labour’s yoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Toil to the mad wheel’s thunder;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">World weeded o’er from prime to prime<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With want, and woe, and care, and crime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unmeet to tell in Faery rime,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That halts such burden under.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Howbeit, the Elves in eager crowd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made haste to raze those mansions proud;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Anon the rill-cliffs echoed loud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To crash of timbers falling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As toppling towers at onslaught rude<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reeled down in wrack, and street-rows strewed<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_70" id="page_70">{70}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their swift-wrought ruin, whence captives shrewd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Slipped homeward, warily crawling.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Till soon, if wanderer chanced to fare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Across that earth-patch smooth and bare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He spied no Elfin doings there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And only heard a rustle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where shrivelled leaves their serest brown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro’ Autumn mists had drifted down.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This was the end of Elfintown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Built with such coil and bustle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Then Oberon spake the word of might<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That set the enchanted cars in sight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But lore I lack to tell aright<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_72" id="page_72">{72}</a></span><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_71" id="page_71">{71}</a></span></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 422px;"> -<a href="images/image072.jpg"> -<img src="images/image072.jpg" width="422" height="600" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -<div class="caption"> - -<p><i>Copyright 1894 by Macmillan & Co.</i></p></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_73" id="page_73">{73}</a></span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where these had waited hidden.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perchance the clear airs round us rolled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In secret cells did them enfold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like evening dew that none behold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till to the sward ’tis slidden.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And who can say what wizardise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had fashioned them in marvellous wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And given them power to stoop and rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More high than thought hath travelled?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Somewhat of cloud their frames consist,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But more of meteor’s luminous mist,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All girt with strands of seven-hued twist<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From rainbow’s verge unravelled.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tis said, and I believe it well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That whoso mounts their magic sell,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_74" id="page_74">{74}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Goes, if he list, invisible<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the broadest noonlight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That virtue comes of Faery-fern,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lone-lived where hill-slopes starward turn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thro’ frore night hours that bid it burn<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flame-fronded in the moonlight;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For this holds true—too true, alas!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sky that eve was clear as glass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet no man saw the Faeries pass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where azure pathways glisten;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And true it is—too true, ay me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That nevermore on lawn or lea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall mortal man a Faery see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tho’ long he look and listen.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Only the twilit woods among<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_75" id="page_75">{75}</a></span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wild-winged breeze hath sometimes flung<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dim echoes borne from strains soft-sung<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beyond sky-reaches hollow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still further, fainter up the height,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Receding past the deep-zoned night—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far chant of Fays who lead that flight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faint call of Fays who follow:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>Fays following.</i>)    Red-rose mists o’erdrift<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Moth-moon’s glimmering white,<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Lit by sheen-silled west<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Barred with fiery bar;<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Fleeting, following swift,<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Whither across the night<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Seek we bourne of rest?<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_76" id="page_76">{76}</a></span> -<span class="i0">(<i>Fays leading.</i>)       Afar.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>Fays following.</i>) Vailing crest on crest<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Down the shadowy height,<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Earth with shores and seas<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Dropt, a dwindling gleam.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Dusk, and bowery nest,<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Dawn, and dells dew-bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i20">What shall bide of these?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(<i>Fays leading.</i>)     A dream.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>Fays following.</i>)     Fled, ah fled, our sight.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Yea, but thrills of fire<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Throbbed adown yon deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Faint and very far<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Who shall rede aright?<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Say, what wafts us nigher,<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Beckoning up the steep?<br /></span> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_77" id="page_77">{77}</a></span><span class="i0">(<i>Fays leading.</i>) A star.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(<i>Fays following.</i>)     List, a star! a star!<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Oh, our goal of light!<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Yet the winged shades sweep,<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Yet the void looms vast.<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Weary our wild dreams are:<br /></span> -<span class="i20">When shall cease our flight<br /></span> -<span class="i20">Soft on shores of sleep?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(<i>Fays leading.</i>) At last.<br /></span> -</div></div> 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