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When, down aing moon forsakes this shadowy sphere,

How cheerless would they be, tho' they fairies are,

If I, with ht, carateful to hted on his way,

And I glirove,

They bind ic spells to lead him far astray;

And in the mire to leave hie-looking shapes, they frisk about the ground,

And, afar in the woods, they raise a disain for terror of the sound!

But, see where all the tiny elves co,

With the merry, merry pipe, and the tabor, and the horn,

And the ti;

Then round about the oak they go till peeping of the lade two lovers steal, to shun the fairy-queen,

Who frowns upon their plighted vows, and jealous is of reen,

To seek the purple flohose juice from all her spells can

free And now, to punish me, she keeps afar her jocund band,

With the merry, merry pipe, and the tabor, and the lute;

If I creep near yonder oak she ave her fairy wand,

And to me the dance will cease, and the music all be mute

O! had I but that purple flohose leaves her charms can foil,

And knew like fays to draw the juice, and throw it on the wind,

I'd be her slave no longer, nor the traveller beguile,

And help all faithful lovers, nor fear the fairy kind!

But soon the VAPOUR OF THE WOODS ander afar,