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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77901 ***
+
+
+
+
+                   This eBook was created in honour of
+               Distributed Proofreaders’ 25th Anniversary.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+PUCK IN PASTURE
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+ PUCK IN PASTURE
+
+ _VERSE & DECORATIONS BY_
+
+ ELIZABETH MACKINSTRY
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+ Published by _Doubleday, Page & Co._,
+ at their _Country Life Press_,
+ GARDEN CITY, NEW YORK
+ MCMXXV
+
+
+
+
+ COPYRIGHT, 1925, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE
+ & COMPANY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
+ PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES AT THE
+ COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y.
+
+ FIRST EDITION
+
+
+
+
+_To Emily Howland Lyman_
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+                                                   PAGE
+
+ PUCK IN PASTURE                                      1
+
+ THE FAIRY RAIDERS                                    8
+
+ THE LEPRECAUN                                       10
+
+ TIR-N’AN-OG                                         12
+
+ THE ELFIN ANGELUS                                   13
+
+ GIRL’S SONG                                         19
+
+ FAWN O’MERA                                         20
+
+ THE ELFIN HILLS                                     24
+
+ THE ELFIN FAIR                                      28
+
+ THE PLAINT OF THE CAPTIVE FIELD MOUSE               31
+
+ THE MAN THAT GOT THE CALL                           32
+
+ THE OLD SHIP                                        35
+
+ TO THE WIND                                         39
+
+ MIDSUMMER’S NIGHT                                   40
+
+ THE CARAVAN                                         42
+
+ THE GYPSY BABY                                      45
+
+ THE WILD GEESE                                      46
+
+ A FAIRY SONG                                        48
+
+ THE NIXIE’S POOL                                    50
+
+ THE BECKONING OUT                                   52
+
+ SONG                                                56
+
+ THE OSPREY FOLK                                     57
+
+ MERLIN                                              61
+
+ THE PRINCESS OF YAN                                 69
+
+ THE SPELL OF COLD                                   74
+
+ THE OLD POET FORETELLS THE MANNER OF HIS DEATH      77
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+PUCK IN PASTURE
+
+
+    ’Twas after a wild and a hedgerow night
+      I woke from my sleep the morn,
+    And I heard a Parson saying his prayers
+      All under a sweet white thorn.
+
+    O solemn and lovely the words he said,
+      Each word like a homing dove,
+    Till I grew ashamed of my ill-spent life
+      And the fern-seed manner thereof.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    “O I will go down to Farmer Brown
+      His cot in the rushy glen,
+    And ask for work, and I’ll bear my part,
+      A man in the world of men.”
+
+    So I routed me up to a mortal size
+      With a voice that I thickened rough,
+    “And could I have bed for milking the cows,
+      And the milk would be board enough?”
+
+    “I’m thinking you’ve milked more purses than cows,”
+      Says the Farmer astraddle the lea
+    With his two big boots in a cowslip bed,
+      “So it’s see and believe, for me!”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Well, the first that I tackled was old Brown Bess,
+      And she was a shirker sure,
+    But I shot her stiff with a few cold words
+      On her ways wi’ the Bull o’ the Moor.
+
+    And I milked her hard, and I milked her fast,
+      And she dared not flicker one red
+    Square half inch of her old cow hide,
+      And the eyes popped out of his head.
+
+    “Well, I milked her boy, and I milked her man,
+      But never in all my days
+    Has the old cow frothered up such a pail!”
+      And the milk sang a roundelays,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Hollow and sweet in the empty pail,
+      Tinkling round the brim,
+    Hushy and soft when the pail was full,
+      And O that was the beat of him.
+
+
+II
+
+    Once out in the pasture I shunted size
+      And I mounted a mullein stalk,
+    And I gave the cattle (the ill-geered folk!)
+      The a-hem of a Fairy talk.
+
+    Then I drove them here, and I drove them there,
+      Wherever the grass was sweet,
+    Till their bellies bulged like a turnip top
+      Set over their rootlet feet.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    O I hunted them here, and I hunted them there,
+      With whoop and halloo between,
+    Till little they grew, and nimble and sweet
+      Like the droves of the Fairy Queen.
+
+    O the milk came out of those wee brown cows
+      Creamy and rich and great,
+    And white as a wreath of the Fairy foam
+      With the floods of the Hills in spate.
+
+    And the milkmaids milked, and the Goodwife milked,
+      And the farmlads milked like mad,
+    And the Goodman buttoned his breeches tight
+      For the wad of a purse he had.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    But wow! One night when the moon was full,
+      At the minchiken Hour o’ Mouse,
+    The de’il got into the cattle AND
+      They danced it about the house.
+
+    O! the Goodman swore, and the Goodwife swooned
+      And the children were frantic things,
+    But the de’il got into the cattle AND
+      They danced it about in rings.
+
+    Wi’ crumplety horns, and twinklety hoofs,
+      They danced to a jigglety tune,
+    While old Brown Bess in the van gave tongue
+      To “The Cow Jumped over the Moon.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    O they sent for the Parson who brought the Book,
+      And he hammered it out wi’ blows,
+    And that was a wonderful, woeful night,
+      And I went under the rose.
+
+    O I dared not go, and I dared not stay,
+      And my belly was cold the dawn,
+    But break o’ the day, I was up and away,
+      And over the fern seed gone!
+
+    O I’ll not go back, and I daren’t go back,
+      And the mortals may mind their cows,
+    But the Goodman knows that the purse was full
+      With Puck of the Hills to house.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE FAIRY RAIDERS
+
+    “_With hazel wands and singing._”--OLD SONG.
+
+
+    As old as little birds the Fairy babies
+      As old, and wise, and quaint, with tearless eyes
+    Grave with the solemn lore of Fairy splendour,
+    But O, the little human child is tender,
+      And silly soft, and weak, and oft it cries.
+
+    The Spinning Spiders tend the Fairy babies,
+      Content to weave them silken cradles hung
+    In lonely moor, or fen, or shadowy heather,
+    But O, the human child is housed from weather
+      In inglenooks, and warm, where songs are sung.
+
+    Through dreams of strange dominion, known to Merlin,
+      Or craving for small fingering hands it seems,
+    The Fairy Raiders haunt our cradles, bringing
+    Exquisite pointed faces and soft singing
+      To lure away the child that hears in dreams.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    The Fairy Raiders bear away the children,
+      Unseen, to Elfin pasture lands they pass,
+    And deep in nodding daisy nests they place them
+    Where by the low, red, rosy glow you trace them,
+      And rings of singing larks down in the grass.
+
+    There they are one with long heart-breaking sunsets
+      In gay, unearthly lands, and radiant dawns,
+    Till good they grow, and great, and have no sorrow--
+    But O, the mothers’ mortal woe the morrow
+      To find the changeling left, the true child gone!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE LEPRECAUN
+
+    _If you can catch a Leprecaun you are a made man!_
+
+
+        Oho! The Elves of Ireland
+      They dance so hard at night
+        They dance their very shoes away
+      In splendour and delight.
+    God bless their Elemental souls,
+    You cannot see them for the holes!
+
+        The only Elf in Ireland
+      That has a trade at all
+        It is the cobbler Leprecaun
+      Who makes and mends them all
+    The shoes they dance away by night
+    In green and moony demi-light.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+        He is the first of cobblers
+      And best of craftsmen too.
+        For why?--He works at happy things
+      By gaiety worn through.
+    God send us each a Leprecaun
+    To mend the heart of us at dawn!
+
+        He’s caught the secret of the Earth,
+      Sun, wind, and Summer rain
+        To better happy things that pass
+      Or build them up again.
+    They’re few of mortal men that look
+    So far into the Great Green Book.
+
+        If you can catch a Leprecaun
+      And steal away his cap
+        You’ll maybe get a Pot o’ Gold
+      In an exchange, but hap
+    The Leprecaun has never told
+    His secret--what’s a Pot o’ Gold?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+TIR-N’AN-OG[1]
+
+
+    O it may be the path that the sea gull takes
+      Will bring us to Tir-n’an-Og to-night,
+    The sorrowful spell of the sea foam makes
+      Their wings so white.
+
+    Or it may be the gold and the crimson proud
+      Of to-morrow’s sunset will see us come
+    Where far from the trouble of wind and cloud
+      The soul finds home.
+
+    I’ll be holding you close in a quiet place
+      And may be the trouble will cease
+    That came from wanting your beautiful face,
+      Or turn to peace.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+FOOTNOTE
+
+[1] Tir-n’an-Og, Land of the Fay, Land of the Young.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE ELFIN ANGELUS
+
+
+    Are all the roads to Elfland closed,
+      Are all the gates locked fast?
+    And is there not some Fairy spot,
+    Or deep, remote, and sylvan grot
+      Left open where they passed?
+    Ah! hark to what the twilight tells
+    On silver bells, on silver bells!
+
+    Say all the lovely, lonely spells,
+      Swing free the doors again!
+    Lo! from the open Hills we ride
+    Through moss and moonlight, far and wide
+      No rider rides in vain!
+    We fight the old, victorious wars
+    ’Neath silver stars, ’neath silver stars.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Though earth is weary with its scars,
+      King Arthur, as it seems,
+    Lies done to death in Avalon,
+    Yet living eyes shall look upon
+      The mercy of their dreams.
+    Sure is each hope on vision stayed,
+    Though long delayed, though long delayed.
+
+    Those airy shapes toward which man prayed
+      In Nature’s holy name,
+    In shapes as light, as cool, as green
+    As dancing leaves high boughs between,
+      They put him not to shame.
+    Sure help in all high wars men win
+    From Fairy kin, from Fairy kin.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    For, lo! the veil between is thin
+      And easy cast aside,
+    And when the call of man is heard
+    The heart of all the Hills is stirred
+      And all the doors swing wide.
+    And man is succoured and reprieved,
+    Though sorely grieved, though sorely grieved.
+
+    For no man is by hope deceived
+      Though spells may cast their lure,
+    And though the aspect suffer change
+    To things unearthly sweet, or strange,
+      Or dreadful to endure.
+    Each man shall win, unless he tire,
+    His Heart’s Desire, his Heart’s Desire!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Those things toward which good men aspire
+      Although the world condemn,
+    And though they seem to die, apart,
+    Safe hid in Nature’s holy heart,
+      Grow great to comfort them.
+    So peace from earth be with you still,
+    Men of good will, men of good will.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+GIRL’S SONG
+
+
+    O Angus Og has four love birds
+      That follow him where-so-ever;
+    And two cry out, “I go, I go,”
+      And two cry out, “Come hither.”
+
+    They are plumed like the blue-green water,
+      And the four birds call to me,
+    “I go, I go,” and “Come hither.”
+      I’m thinking they call from the sea.
+
+    O maybe I’ll go one sunrise
+      Where the breakers curl and comb,
+    And bare my breast to the four love birds
+      And cry, “Come home, Come home.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+FAWN O’MERA
+
+
+    Had you never, Fawn O’Mera,
+      Never heard the magic bell
+    Tolling from the belfries airy
+    Of the towered land of Fairy
+      Where the Elfin people dwell?
+
+    Had you never, Fawn O’Mera,
+      Seen the Laughing People ride,
+    Gold, and green, and rowan, trooping
+    Like a flock of sea gulls swooping
+      Out to sea, by some roadside?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Little bits of sticks, and snatches
+      Tattered too, of roadside straw;
+    Here and there the dead leaves whirling
+    In the wind; the gray dust pearling
+      Over them was all they saw!
+
+    They, the New Born souls, that newly
+      Grow to threescore year and ten,
+    Ancient only in the cradle,
+    Crafty with the porridge ladle,
+      Children still as greedy men.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    But the lovely, loving, lilting,
+      Laughing Wise Ones who are Old,
+    Whom a thousand years make tender,
+    And whose kind eyes know the splendour
+      Of the Dawn, saw fairy gold!
+
+    Hear them singing, Fawn O’Mera!
+      Girlhood guessed the song before.
+    Now, the candles flare and dwindle,
+    And a burden grows the spindle,
+      And the flax falls to the floor.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Leave the young, whose love is asking,
+      Leave the old whose love’s a chain,
+    Ere they strew your head with ashes,
+    Dim the eyes and dew the lashes,
+      Come into your own again.
+
+    I will take you, Fawn O’Mera,
+      To the Fairy Glades apart,
+    And where green leaves know no falling,
+    Hush the old unhappy calling,
+      Wake your soul, and still your heart.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE ELFIN HILLS
+
+
+    O I shall go up to the Elfin Hills,
+      Heather, and heath, and stone,
+    ’Neath the cold red drift of the sunset cloud,
+    For Folk in Housen are hard and proud,
+      And ever I’ll pipe alone.
+
+    For O, I went down to the Folk in House,
+      Bold in the russet dawn,
+    Drawn to the bone by the mortal call,
+    The pink, and the white, and the rose, and all
+      Of the sweet flesh they have on.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    I met three children wi’ berry pails,
+      Bound for the tangled briars
+    Over the moors, and I piped a tune,
+    Gathered their laughter an afternoon;
+      They fled with the first lit fires:
+
+    The wonderful fires the Folk in House
+      Scatter like daffodils,
+    Streaming in light from the ragged thatch,
+    Rosy and warm by the lifted latch,
+      And gay in the long gray hills.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    ’Twas over the fires I met my love,
+      Piped to her soft and low,
+    Sweet was the glint o’ her milk-white feet,
+    Threading the fields, and the meadow-sweet,
+      Like pearl in the afterglow.
+
+    Ever I piped, and ever she came,
+      But when my piping ceased,
+    She fled from me with a startled cry,
+    The little old moon toiled up the sky
+      From out of an empty East.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Empty of heart, and empty of hand,
+      ’Twas only the pipe they heard!
+    Maybe my eyes they are too cold,
+    The Fairy blood may be too old
+      To mix with the blood it stirred.
+
+    I will go back to the Elfin Hills,
+      Wander and pipe alone,
+    Answer the call of the peewit’s note
+    Where sunshine wavers, and gray clouds float
+      Past heather and heath and stone.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE ELFIN FAIR
+
+
+    A gay and a good old woman
+      Once went to an Elfin Fair
+    And all that most fit is for Fairs in the cities
+    And is told of in ditties
+        And sung of in songs, was there
+            _Grown teeny tiny O_.
+
+    ’Twas down by the red rose bushes
+      (She picking her way between)
+    And the first thing she found was a Merry-go-round
+    To the scarlet top of a tulip bound,
+        In the midst of a Village Green
+            _Grown teeny tiny O_!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    There was a Strong Man lifting
+      An acorn up, cup and all;
+    And a peddler, it seems, crying, “Honey of Dreams!
+    Threepence a cup, O brightly it gleams!”
+        And the Gentry were giving a Ball,
+            _Grown teeny tiny O_.
+
+    The Photygraph Man was snapping them all
+      (And the Villagers) one by one,
+    Or else in a group; with his waddle and stoop,
+    And his head in a cloth, and his legs like a hoop,
+        By the aid of the laughing Sun
+            _Grown teeny tiny O_.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    But the Farmers were down by a Paddock
+      Where of all unusual things,
+    A real Carrot stood, as big as a wood,
+    And rooting around it all pleasant and good,
+        Were wee little Pigs with Wings,
+            _Grown teeny tiny O_!
+
+    Right there was her own good Landlord,
+      Though she doubted the thing herself
+    Till to him she ran, and cried, “Mr. McCann!
+    Whatever on earth are you doing, my man,
+        With Wings and a Coat like an Elf--
+            _Grown teeny tiny O_!”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE PLAINT OF THE CAPTIVE FIELD MOUSE
+
+    (This Field Mouse, by the way, was in the Elfin Fair)
+
+
+    I am the one living Field Mousie
+          In captivity
+          (O pity me!)
+    Ah! why did I leave my warm soft housie
+          Sae easily!
+
+    A silver collar, all bent about too,
+          Round my neck is curled.
+          (O pity me!)
+    I am a captive, who went out to
+          See the world!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE MAN THAT GOT THE CALL
+
+
+    O it’s not for fame and glory
+        And the guns of Trafalgar,
+    Nor to walk with foreign lady
+    In a cypress garden shady,
+        Nor to court to get a star,
+      That he’s going, Captain Spanish;
+        Captain Spanish leaves you all!
+      O he’s careless, careless, careless,
+        He’s the man that got the call!
+
+    O it wasn’t in the morning,
+        And it wasn’t by the stream
+    Where the birches’ lovely daughters
+    Dip their tresses in the waters,
+        For they summoned in a dream.
+      Weep your gallant, Dublin ladies,
+        Captain Spanish leaves you all!
+      O he’s careless, careless, careless,
+        He’s the man that got the call!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Pretty Lady Kitty Cooley,
+        Nor your taffeta, nor lace,
+    Nor your gold can bring him nearer;
+    You can look into your mirror,
+        He has seen another face,
+      A White Woman with the Green Blood!
+        Captain Spanish leaves you all,
+      O he’s careless, careless, careless,
+        He’s the man that got the call!
+
+    Father Hogan of the hunters
+        Better stay the county sport!
+    Go and tell his mother weeping,
+    That she set his hounds to leaping
+        Round the ancient Fairy fort.
+      Where the sunset turned it emerald
+        Near a bit of rosy wall,
+      Captain Spanish left the ladies ...
+        _He’s the man that got the call._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE OLD SHIP
+
+    When the long, low clouds about the West
+    Are rose, ash-gray, and amethyst,
+    And the sky between pours saffron-gold,
+    And the wind along the dykes runs cold,
+
+    A huge old bark with an orange sail,
+    Mellowed and tattered by many a gale,
+    Will slowly come through the estuary,
+    Old, sea-haggard, and strange, and merry.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Where the red, warm moon rounds slowly over
+    The low, flat fields that breathe sweet clover,
+    Through banks of poppies on either hand
+    The dykes run liquidly into the land.
+
+    The old, old ship will come up from the sea
+    Farther afield than a ship should be,
+    And sail on softly, softly and still,
+    And dock inland by a wooded hill.
+
+    Then will come silently, flocks of sheep
+    Silver as clouds remembered in sleep,
+    Cross to the moonlight and leap the stile;
+    And he who shepherds them all will smile,
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Play on his pipes and smile to see
+    The gay old sails lift over a tree.
+    His feet will dance on the grass like foam
+    And he will play “When the ship comes home.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+TO THE WIND
+
+      _The lights hung out in the milky way
+        The star belt glittered and wheeled,
+      The heights and the depths of the night were full
+        Of the scent of the new-ploughed field._
+
+    Wonderful Elder Brother, the Wind,
+      Why do you rattle the window sill,
+    And drum on the pane with your finger tips,
+      And pipe in the chimney shrill?
+
+    And why do you harass the poplar tops,
+      And the pollard willow, his leaves,
+    And why do you winnow with ceaseless wings
+      The crest of the gabled eaves?
+
+    From the chin of the moon to the turnpike road
+      (A ribbon and girdle of white)
+    Is room and enough for the wind to blow,
+      With never a cloud in sight!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+MIDSUMMER’S NIGHT
+
+    “Wally, what’s at the keyhole?”
+      “Whist, Jane, whist! Speak low.”
+    “If someone were outside peering in
+      Would we know?”
+    _What’s that at the keyhole?_
+    Granny said, “’Tis the wind you hear
+      Wandering to and fro.”
+
+    “Whist, Jane! What’s at the window?”
+      “Wally, whistle a tune!”
+    “There’s a gay light goes from the old blue plate
+      To the pewter spoon.”
+    _What’s that at the window?_
+    Granny said, “’Tis the tree-low light
+      Of an old, old moon.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    “Whist, Jane! What’s by the rose bush?”
+      “Wally, it is fourscore
+    Wee green Riders on snow-white steeds,
+      With the Queen before!”
+    _What’s that by the rose bush?_
+    Granny said, “There were Good Folk once
+      But they come no more.”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE CARAVAN
+
+    Far off the Fairy Horns are blowing
+      Through the morning, through the dew,
+      The trees of emerald green, the blue,
+      The windy clouds all white and new,
+        _O, come-all-ye--Gypsies!_
+
+    There is a rustle in the leaves, a ripple in the grass,
+      A singing in the heart my love,
+    The brook’s as clear as glass,
+      And there the far horizon lies,
+      An invitation to new skies,
+        _O, come-all-ye--Gypsies!_
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    We’ll pack the green striped caravan,
+    Put yellow shirts on every man,
+      And red cloaks on the lasses,
+    And when the old have wreathed their locks,
+    And packed their fiddles in a box
+      We’ll trundle through the grasses.
+    We’ll carry through this windy morn
+    Hearts fit to meet the Fairy Horn,
+        _O, come-all-ye--Gypsies!_
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE GYPSY BABY
+
+    A ring of great red poppies
+      Swayed in the golden corn,
+    And there I lay beside the van
+      And heard the larks at morn.
+
+    And like a small, far picture
+      The distant town rose pink,
+    And little streams flowed round it
+      With daisies at their brink.
+
+    And little trees grew in it
+      All soft, and round, and bright;
+    A wandering sun sailed in the sky
+      Too brilliant for the sight.
+
+    Years and years it sailed the sky
+      And like a ball it set,
+    Near, and big, and sad, and red,
+      And all the grass was wet.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE WILD GEESE
+
+    Low across a crimson sun
+      Setting in a crimson sky,
+    And across a crimson lake
+      The Wild Geese fly.
+
+    Hark! the poet on the bank
+      Pipes a reedy tune,
+    Piping to the rising wind
+      And the silver moon.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    “I have neither house nor barn,
+      Kith nor kin have I,
+    But I know the Elfin Folk
+      When the Wild Geese fly.
+
+    “’Neath another crimson sun
+      On a ruddy strand,
+    I have piped a wilder tune
+      In an eerie land.
+
+    “Here, and there, and back again
+      Bid the music ply,
+    When across the crimson lake
+      The Wild Geese fly!”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+A FAIRY SONG
+
+    We never weep because we see
+    Pale moon flowers on the barren tree;
+      A lovely light that takes the shape
+    Of bud and bloom that is to be.
+
+    It glows, a soft and emerald light,
+    Along the branching trees by night;
+      We know it weaves the coming leaves
+    And never grieve when snows are white.
+
+    We dance with winds that chill the rose
+    As to her frosty death she goes,
+      Because we see the changeless bloom
+    Towards which she lifts again and grows.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    So when the weeping tempest saith
+    “Hush!” to the woodlands with his breath
+      We ride the skeletons of leaves
+    And dare an airy jest with death.
+
+    Ah, no! we do not weep because
+    We live in light that without pause
+      Runs sparkling down the sky, the life
+    Of all the world, and all its cause.
+
+    Oft when celestial things are near
+    We see new rainbows shining clear,
+      And follow them from glade to glade,
+    And voices in the winds we hear.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE NIXIE’S POOL
+
+    Coming through the green-gold beech woods
+        Where the great, gray tree boles are,
+    Where the fallen leaves are bronze,
+          He found, like a star
+            The little pool,
+        Leaf patterned, dark and cool.
+
+            Not by his hound,
+          Nor by his unhappy lady
+            Will he be found.
+        The horn has not yet wound
+        Reveille through the shady
+          Or barren mountain pass
+    Which can recall him from that pool of glass.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+        Ice to the barren twigs will come
+          And winter. It will not befall
+        Him in that green-gold gloom.
+
+          He will not change at all
+    Though armour melt like ice, and castles be
+        Eaten by mothy Time like tapestry.
+    And Time grow so staggering, gay, and old
+        That all of his pulses manifold
+    Run together and stop. Still will he
+        Kneel, stern, and young, and cool,
+        Wooing that Nixie in that pool.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE BECKONING OUT
+
+    The coppers were gone from the old brown teapot,
+    Gaunt sorrow and care were crowned kings of the spot,
+    And the little old woman who knelt on the floor
+    To blow up the ashes, was hoping no more.
+
+    O the door was blown open and into the place
+    A Winged Stranger came with a gay, handsome face
+    And with two laughing eyes that looked out of his head
+    Like some fair woman’s son, and, “Give over,” he said.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    “Whist, Mother! give over. Come out in the light
+    While the throstle’s astir, and the dawn is as bright
+    As when, come forty years, you were up and away,
+    With the dew to your feet, on the first morn o’ May.
+
+    “Is it children you grieve for? I’ll be as your son
+    For I’m old as the hills, yet a mother I’ve none.
+    Is it shelter you wish for? I’ll find you a home
+    like a cot in green valleys where no winters come.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    “Do you grieve for the good things went out by the door?
+    Now cross but the threshold, you’ll miss them no more,
+    Or it may be the winds that run laughing with God
+    Have but kept them awhile, or the sweet smelling sod.
+
+    “Is it lonely you were? There’s a bird in your breast
+    Was but spreading his wings; lone delight is his nest.
+    There is never a tie could have kept him for long,
+    I could lure him aloft with the lilt of a song!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    “You have dreamed overmuch, as the old do alone
+    When the fire is low, and the children have gone.
+    But have done with the dreams, for to youth is the day;
+    You are young again, Colleen! Come out in the May!”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+SONG
+
+
+    Ding-a-ding! The sun is high.
+    Ding-a-ding! The dragon-fly
+      Wakes to dart about the stream.
+    Now is mortal morning come;
+    Let us find a bluebell dome
+      And sleep and dream.
+
+    Belfries bluer than the sky
+    Shall intone a lullaby.
+      Ring, ah! ring a drowsy song!
+    From this azure hollowed gloam,
+    Fays, why should we farther roam?
+      Ding-a-ding, ding-dong.
+        Ding-dong!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE OSPREY FOLK
+
+
+    _Alas! for the child that the Osprey Folk
+    Circle around at birth;
+    Never for him are the good green fields
+    And the lap of the old brown earth
+    And the whet of the scythe in the afternoon
+    And the joy of the homespun mirth._
+
+    But all day long at the turn of the tide
+    At morn, at noon, or even,
+    He hears in his ears that whistle of winds
+    (And the winds of the seas are seven).
+    And each one brings him the smack of the fogs
+    And the salt in the sea winds driven.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    He has never a mate like the common folk
+    But out of the whir and wheel
+    Of the Osprey wings is a voice that calls
+    With the strength of a mate’s appeal.
+    And the darkness putteth its lips to his lips
+    When the rims of the sky line reel.
+
+    O, I was born where the Osprey Folk
+    Cross to the Finnish rocks,
+    And the caw and the call of their throats are more
+    Than the power of ban or locks;
+    So never for me will the uplands be
+    Gray with the feeding flocks.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Shrilling of wind in the cordage taut
+    And churn of the flying spume,
+    The pound of the waves like a cannon shot
+    And the air like a drumming loom,
+    And I shall go back to the Osprey Folk
+    For this is the Osprey Doom.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+MERLIN
+
+    “_But Nemuë imprisoned him in a tower built of air,
+    and like to glass._”
+                                            --MERLIN.
+
+
+    When Nemuë built for Merlin
+    A tower of the air,
+    She wove the blue of Heaven
+    In azure fabrics fair,
+    Aërial, ethereal,
+    Clear, crystalline, and rare.
+
+      She lapped him in it deeper,
+      With rod, and bell, and book,
+      Than ever fly in spider’s web
+      Beside the inglenook,
+      Or cocoon in his cradle hung
+      Above a running brook.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Aërial, ethereal
+    And crystal clear as glass,
+    Or mirrored surface of the pool
+    Before the storm clouds pass,
+    The elfin charm drave up the air
+    And scarcely stirred the grass.
+
+      The elfin charm drave up, and up,
+      As swallows wheel and poise,
+      And ever as the charm went up
+      It made a small sweet noise,
+      As if the winds were whispering
+      Like children to their toys.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    When, looking in the wizard globe
+    You see the magic scene
+    So small, so bright, thus Merlin lay
+    The elfin walls between,
+    His hair and beard o’erflowed his book,
+    His mantle was bright green.
+
+
+II
+
+    Sir Cawdore came at sunset,
+    Belated, belted knight,
+    The last rays took his hauberk and
+    Danced back in points of light
+    From off his blue-tipped, white ash spear
+    His eyes were wild and bright.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    He saw the rolling, wooded hills,
+    The pine tree’s ruddy stem,
+    The fallen needles burned to brown
+    About the far pool’s hem,
+    The pointed glossy osier twigs;
+    A faint wind harried them.
+
+      The silver-tinted clouds uprose
+      About the pallid moon,
+      The rosy west lay to his back
+      Before him lay the gloom,
+      His mortal eyes saw not the wall
+      Which stopped him, of that room.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    But like the voice of Dryads all
+    Complaining round a pool,
+    Or Pan pipes scarce articulate
+    Where forest ways are cool,
+    He heard a voice without a form
+    Said, “Stand awhile, thou fool!
+
+      “What news of royal Arthur? Speak!”
+      “He sleeps in Avalon.”
+      “How went the battle in the west?”
+      “The steel clad hosts are gone,
+      Are scattered as the dry red leaves
+      The first blast blows upon.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    “The Holy Grail has left the land,
+    By minster, weir, and lock
+    No book, no bell, no angels’ wing;
+    The coming shadows flock;
+    All, all are broken in their pride,
+    A wave upon a rock.”
+
+      “And Guinevere?”--“At Almsbury
+      Her glory and her gold
+      Are shaken as a cup upheld
+      In palsied hands, and old,
+      Before the altar of God’s wrath
+      In some dark chancel cold.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    “But who art thou that speakest thus?
+    Between the setting sun
+    And yonder pallid, rising moon
+    The wold lies cold and dun;
+    I hear a voice speaks in mine ear,
+    But presence there is none.”
+
+      Aërial, ethereal,
+      Athwart the gleam and glow,
+      The airy charm wheeled slowly up,
+      And slowly, and more slow,
+      “Lo, I am Merlin,” spake the voice,
+      “And thus our glories go!”
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE PRINCESS OF YAN
+
+
+    _Nu-Nu-Nu!_[2] (And the daisies are piled like a flood!)
+        We never shall see the Chalcydian Sea
+        Nor the place where the Yakadil stood,
+        Nor suspended by silk, and far whiter than milk
+        Aladdin’s famed egg of the Roc,
+    But I know, where the breeze sighs beneath the pine trees,
+      Where the Maids of the Yan Princess walk,
+    With their wide, floating hair, and mysterious air,
+      And finger on lips as they talk,
+    With their azure, pale, trailing silk robes, and their veiling
+      As they wonder, and whisper, and talk.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    _Zo-Zo-Zo!_ (And the glow of the sun on the gorse!)
+        They stole her away at the close of the day
+        With gongs and enchantments, of course,
+        While a dragon of old rolled his amber and gold,
+        Burnt orange, and umbers that gleam
+    In the marvellous scrolls that the Chinese unrolls
+      On lacquer and teak--in the gleam
+    Twixt the dusk and the dark all the people cried, “Hark!
+      They have shut her away in a dream.
+    Where waters are falling, and white storks are calling,
+      In a brittle, blue, beautiful dream!”
+
+    _Na-Na-Na!_ (And the poppies are bright in the corn)
+        When the desert is red, and the sun goes to bed
+        In the piles of the purple clouds torn
+        By the wings of the Djin, ’tis a crime and a sin
+        To loiter, in camel or man,
+    Lest the soul’s vital spark be extinguished ere dark--
+      By Allah! you ride as you can.
+    But the end of your toil through the gray, slipping soil
+      Is more near than the Princess of Yan.
+    The mirages glimmer no dearer, no dimmer
+      Than the faraway beauties of Yan!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    _Tsi-Tsi-Tsi!_ (And the elm trees are drowsy with shade!)
+        Neither peacock-eye whorls, nor platters of pearls
+        Nor a palace of treasures in jade,
+        Nor a jewelled palanquin borne by Negroes in green,
+        Nor olives of far Samarcand
+    Can buy you a ship that will dock in the slip
+      Where the green running seas meet the land,
+    And the red granite frowns, that her tall tower crowns
+      Nor the glimpse of one nail of her hand,
+    Through the silver-soft curtain, the rosy, uncertain
+      O, the flitting half moon of her hand!
+
+    _Bang-Bang-Bang!_ (And the heroes are coming to war!)
+        In terrible throngs, with cymbals and gongs
+        The heroes and conquerors are
+        All arming their hordes with lances and swords
+        With scimitar, yataghan, drum.
+    In the dust and the heat, see the elephants’ feet,
+      And the camels, bedizened and dumb!
+    Even Sindbad himself, with a beard like a shelf,
+      Even Kameralzamen has come,
+    His horse’s hoofs tingle, his silver bells jingle,
+      Even Kameralzamen has come!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    _Crash-Bang-Crash!_ (And the Princess aloof like the moon!)
+        They have fought the good fight in abysmal night
+        With comet, cyclone, and simoon.
+        The eclipse was unchained, and the shooting stars rained
+        In tempest and vapour and wrack,
+    But they warred for their prize with implacable skies
+      And the heroes were all beaten back.
+    Like the nebulæ thin, by the wings of a Djin
+      Were blown out, and extinguished in black,
+    Like the last thunder moaning, with wailing and groaning
+      In a deep and imponderable black.
+
+    _Tso-Tso-Tso!_ (And it’s time we were home for our tea!)
+        And why should we weep for a Princess they keep
+        In a pearl on a rock in the sea?
+        Lo! the butterflies’ wings with unutterable things
+        Are dusted: with portents they run,
+    Golden, freckled with zones, and the red, tawny ones
+      And the blue, and the black, and the dun
+    Say, “With barter and pain, you shall never attain,
+      Turn away and the Princess is won,
+    Where you loiter and play, where you half turn away
+      At a touch the Yan Princess is won.”
+
+
+FOOTNOTE
+
+[2] Chinese music sounds, to be said through the nose.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE SPELL OF COLD
+
+
+      Ah! What unearthly music plays so still
+            So hushed, about the window sill,
+        Aërial more than an æolian harp,
+            Or with chromatic risings sharp
+    Whistles the heart away into the ice-cold moon?
+          It fluted through the dawn wind; soon
+          The snow’s white, woven dance will come
+              And close the little room
+    In soft-fluffed, crystal silence, with the trees.
+        Still, still in silvery cadencèd degrees
+                The heavenly gradual
+                Will rise and fall.
+          Ah! what god in the forest plays
+              One instant that makes all our days,
+        And sends great music so about a little room?
+            We would have quiet now in all our ways,
+      And with the winter night, quiet and candlelight ...
+              Ah! what unearthly music plays!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+            Haunted! Not here nor there,
+        Nor from the forest hollows bare,
+            Nor shining-particled, chill air,
+        Nor star hung, and swan-breasted hill,
+            But closer, closer still,
+        Weaving between the nerve and bone
+              The melody flows on.
+      We would have quiet in the winter grays,
+    And for the winter gloom, embers and a quiet room ...
+              Ah! what unearthly music plays?
+
+                    Spell-bound!
+              Not coolly rippling ivory.
+        Nor cithers slowly sighing a nocturne,
+        Nor mournful clarion of silver horn,
+        Nor bells at midnight, hollowly forlorn,
+              Could swell this tide of sound, nor turn
+          This tide away from one who hears
+              This music in between the ears
+            And brain, from one who sees
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+      Too long, the snow’s slow woven dance of imageries.
+    No, nor the thousand forest Seraphs of the violin
+    Shiver and clamour up, and cry, “Give over and give in!”
+        So wildly! Hush! This is the spell the winter weaves;
+      The song for which the tree sheds all its leaves,
+    The high, chaste comfort for which worlds grow old.
+          This is the glamour of the frost and cold
+            Heard by the stars. It is the breath
+          And premonition of the requiem of death
+    Higher and colder than all. The frost crystal rays,
+    And ice in the moon sing, when this unearthly music plays.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE OLD POET FORETELLS THE MANNER OF HIS DEATH
+
+    I shall not hear men’s voices soon
+      For the silvery music of the Shee;
+    Between me and the world a veil
+      Will fall of woven imagerie,
+    With cooling green of boyhood’s leaves,
+    With whorls of water light that weaves.
+
+    I shall not bring to mind the tasks
+      I laboured at so long ago,
+    But I shall marvel much that man
+      On dewy earth should travail so
+    To bring small matters to an end
+    Where all things weave, and change, and blend.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    I’ll mind me how like morning light
+      Love was before it turned unkind,
+    But when the change, or what the harm,
+      I shall not search the past to find
+    While burning questions, cried to God,
+    Flow off, like wind waves over sod.
+
+    The evils that I wrought myself
+      Like hoarse war bugles, sea-ward driven
+    Will pass; the evils men did me
+      Be half forgotten, all forgiven.
+    I’ll think the worst to God must seem
+    Like small, sick movements in a dream.
+
+    This body that like marble was
+      For heaviness and weight of care
+    Will burn with a celestial fire,
+      And fade, and free me to the air
+    Where I shall never know again
+    Old troubles born of nerve and vein.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Meanwhile a spacious loveliness,
+      A quiet, brooding sense of light,
+    Majestic freedom, and fine strength
+      Will near me. Led by visions bright
+    Of natural beauty I’ll be drawn
+    Toward greater loves than I have known.
+
+    I’ll seem to sleep. Disturb me not,
+      For while Incarnate Light draws near,
+    A last gift of the race to clay,
+      Sweet music of the Shee I’ll hear,
+    Lulled and withdrawn by soft preludes
+    Through deep, expectant solitudes.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber’s Notes
+
+
+ • Italics represented with surrounding _underscores_.
+
+ • Small caps converted to ALL CAPS.
+
+ • Footnotes renumbered consecutively.
+
+ • Obvious typographic errors have been silently corrected.
+
+
+
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77901 ***
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+<body>
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77901 ***</div>
+<figure class="figcenter illowp46" id="cover" style="max-width: 134.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Book Cover">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_i">[i]</span></p>
+
+<p class="center mb6">
+This eBook was created in honour of<br>
+Distributed Proofreaders’ 25th Anniversary.
+</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp10" id="i_i" style="max-width: 13.875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_i.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<h1>
+PUCK IN PASTURE
+</h1>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ii">[ii]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp15" id="i_ii" style="max-width: 27.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_ii.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+<figure class="figcenter illowp43" id="i_title" style="max-width: 112.75em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_title.jpg" alt="Title page">
+</figure>
+
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_iii">[iii]</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center t0">PUCK IN<br>
+PASTURE</p>
+
+<p class="center t1"><i>VERSE<br>
+&amp; DECORATIONS BY</i></p>
+
+<p class="center t2a">ELIZABETH</p>
+<p class='center t2b'>MACKINSTRY</p>
+
+<div class='t3'>
+<figure class="figcenter illowp10" id="colophon" style="max-width: 22.625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/colophon.jpg" alt="Colophon">
+</figure></div>
+
+<p class="center t4">Published by <i>Doubleday, Page &amp; Co.</i>,</p>
+<p class='center t5'>at their <i>Country Life Press</i>,</p>
+<p class='center t6'>GARDEN CITY, NEW YORK</p>
+<p class='center t7'>MCMXXV</p>
+
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_iv">[iv]</span></p>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<div class='poetry-container'>
+<div class='copyright'>
+<p>
+  COPYRIGHT, 1925, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE
+  &amp; COMPANY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
+  PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES AT THE
+  COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, N. Y.</p>
+<p class='center c2'>
+  FIRST EDITION
+</p>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_v">[v]</span></p>
+
+  <p class='center dedication'>
+    <i>To Emily Howland Lyman</i>
+  </p>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_v" style="max-width: 28.0625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_v.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_vi"></a><a id="Page_vii"></a>[vii]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp80" id="i_vii" style="max-width: 102.375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_vii.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">
+    CONTENTS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<table class="autotable">
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl"></td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<span class='allsmcap'>PAGE</span>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#PUCK_IN_PASTURE">Puck in Pasture</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_1'>1</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_FAIRY_RAIDERS">The Fairy Raiders</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_8'>8</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_LEPRECAUN">The Leprecaun</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_10'>10</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#TIR-NAN-OG1">Tir-n’an-og</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_12'>12</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_ELFIN_ANGELUS">The Elfin Angelus</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_13'>13</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#GIRLS_SONG">Girl’s Song</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_19'>19</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#FAWN_OMERA">Fawn O’Mera</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_20'>20</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_ELFIN_HILLS">The Elfin Hills</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_24'>24</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_ELFIN_FAIR">The Elfin Fair</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_28'>28</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PLAINT_OF_THE_CAPTIVE_FIELD">The Plaint of the Captive Field Mouse</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_31'>31</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_MAN_THAT_GOT_THE_CALL">The Man That Got the Call</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_32'>32</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_OLD_SHIP">The Old Ship</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_35'>35</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#TO_THE_WIND">To the Wind</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_39'>39</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#MIDSUMMERS_NIGHT">Midsummer’s Night</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_40'>40</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_CARAVAN">The Caravan</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_42'>42</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_GYPSY_BABY">The Gypsy Baby</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_45'>45</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_WILD_GEESE">The Wild Geese</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_46'>46</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#A_FAIRY_SONG">A Fairy Song</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_48'>48</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_viii">[viii]</span>
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_NIXIES_POOL">The Nixie’s Pool</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_50'>50</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_BECKONING_OUT">The Beckoning Out</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_52'>52</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#SONG">Song</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_56'>56</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_OSPREY_FOLK">The Osprey Folk</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_57'>57</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#MERLIN">Merlin</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_61'>61</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PRINCESS_OF_YAN">The Princess of Yan</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_69'>69</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_SPELL_OF_COLD">The Spell of Cold</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_74'>74</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="tdl">
+<span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_OLD_POET_FORETELLS_THE_MANNER">The Old Poet Foretells the Manner of His Death</a></span>
+</td>
+<td class="tdr">
+<a href='#Page_77'>77</a>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_viii" style="max-width: 46.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_viii.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ix">[ix]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_ix" style="max-width: 48.0em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_ix.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_x">[x]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_x" style="max-width: 24.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_x.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[1]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_001" style="max-width: 64.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_001.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="PUCK_IN_PASTURE">
+    PUCK IN PASTURE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">’Twas after a wild and a hedgerow night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I woke from my sleep the morn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I heard a Parson saying his prayers</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">All under a sweet white thorn.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O solemn and lovely the words he said,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Each word like a homing dove,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till I grew ashamed of my ill-spent life</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the fern-seed manner thereof.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_001b" style="max-width: 36.9375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_001b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[2]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_002" style="max-width: 72.125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_002.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“O I will go down to Farmer Brown</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">His cot in the rushy glen,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And ask for work, and I’ll bear my part,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A man in the world of men.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">So I routed me up to a mortal size</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With a voice that I thickened rough,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“And could I have bed for milking the cows,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the milk would be board enough?”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“I’m thinking you’ve milked more purses than cows,”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Says the Farmer astraddle the lea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With his two big boots in a cowslip bed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“So it’s see and believe, for me!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_002b" style="max-width: 31.75em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_002b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[3]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_003a" style="max-width: 36.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_003a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Well, the first that I tackled was old Brown Bess,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And she was a shirker sure,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But I shot her stiff with a few cold words</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">On her ways wi’ the Bull o’ the Moor.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I milked her hard, and I milked her fast,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And she dared not flicker one red</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Square half inch of her old cow hide,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the eyes popped out of his head.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Well, I milked her boy, and I milked her man,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But never in all my days</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Has the old cow frothered up such a pail!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the milk sang a roundelays,</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp60" id="i_003b" style="max-width: 83.125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_003b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp15" id="i_004a" style="max-width: 18.8125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_004a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hollow and sweet in the empty pail,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Tinkling round the brim,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hushy and soft when the pail was full,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And O that was the beat of him.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3  class='poetry-section' id="II">
+  II
+</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza mtn1">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Once out in the pasture I shunted size</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And I mounted a mullein stalk,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I gave the cattle (the ill-geered folk!)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The a-hem of a Fairy talk.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then I drove them here, and I drove them there,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Wherever the grass was sweet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till their bellies bulged like a turnip top</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Set over their rootlet feet.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp80" id="i_004b" style="max-width: 108.0em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_004b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_005a" style="max-width: 21.4375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_005a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O I hunted them here, and I hunted them there,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With whoop and halloo between,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till little they grew, and nimble and sweet</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Like the droves of the Fairy Queen.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O the milk came out of those wee brown cows</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Creamy and rich and great,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And white as a wreath of the Fairy foam</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With the floods of the Hills in spate.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the milkmaids milked, and the Goodwife milked,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the farmlads milked like mad,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the Goodman buttoned his breeches tight</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For the wad of a purse he had.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_005b" style="max-width: 32.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_005b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_006a" style="max-width: 43.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_006a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But wow! One night when the moon was full,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">At the minchiken Hour o’ Mouse,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The de’il got into the cattle AND</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">They danced it about the house.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O! the Goodman swore, and the Goodwife swooned</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the children were frantic things,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But the de’il got into the cattle AND</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">They danced it about in rings.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wi’ crumplety horns, and twinklety hoofs,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">They danced to a jigglety tune,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While old Brown Bess in the van gave tongue</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To “The Cow Jumped over the Moon.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp35" id="i_006b" style="max-width: 51.625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_006b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp45" id="i_007a" style="max-width: 66.875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_007a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O they sent for the Parson who brought the Book,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And he hammered it out wi’ blows,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And that was a wonderful, woeful night,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And I went under the rose.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O I dared not go, and I dared not stay,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And my belly was cold the dawn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But break o’ the day, I was up and away,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And over the fern seed gone!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O I’ll not go back, and I daren’t go back,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the mortals may mind their cows,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But the Goodman knows that the purse was full</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With Puck of the Hills to house.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp15" id="i_007b" style="max-width: 24.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_007b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp35" id="i_008a" style="max-width: 47.0em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_008a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_FAIRY_RAIDERS">
+    THE FAIRY RAIDERS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center fs80">
+“<i>With hazel wands and singing.</i>”—<span class="smcap">Old Song.</span>
+</p>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">As old as little birds the Fairy babies</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">As old, and wise, and quaint, with tearless eyes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Grave with the solemn lore of Fairy splendour,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But O, the little human child is tender,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And silly soft, and weak, and oft it cries.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Spinning Spiders tend the Fairy babies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Content to weave them silken cradles hung</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In lonely moor, or fen, or shadowy heather,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But O, the human child is housed from weather</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In inglenooks, and warm, where songs are sung.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through dreams of strange dominion, known to Merlin,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Or craving for small fingering hands it seems,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Fairy Raiders haunt our cradles, bringing</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Exquisite pointed faces and soft singing</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To lure away the child that hears in dreams.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_008b" style="max-width: 34.4375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_008b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp80" id="i_009a" style="max-width: 112.375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_009a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Fairy Raiders bear away the children,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Unseen, to Elfin pasture lands they pass,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And deep in nodding daisy nests they place them</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where by the low, red, rosy glow you trace them,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And rings of singing larks down in the grass.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There they are one with long heart-breaking sunsets</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In gay, unearthly lands, and radiant dawns,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till good they grow, and great, and have no sorrow—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But O, the mothers’ mortal woe the morrow</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To find the changeling left, the true child gone!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_009b" style="max-width: 40.75em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_009b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp80" id="i_010a" style="max-width: 96.0em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_010a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_LEPRECAUN">
+    THE LEPRECAUN
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry fs80">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>If you can catch a Leprecaun you are a made man!</i></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent4">Oho! The Elves of Ireland</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">They dance so hard at night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">They dance their very shoes away</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In splendour and delight.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">God bless their Elemental souls,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You cannot see them for the holes!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent4">The only Elf in Ireland</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">That has a trade at all</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">It is the cobbler Leprecaun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Who makes and mends them all</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The shoes they dance away by night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In green and moony demi-light.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_010b" style="max-width: 42.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_010b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp60" id="i_011a" style="max-width: 73.125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_011a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent4">He is the first of cobblers</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And best of craftsmen too.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">For why?—He works at happy things</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">By gaiety worn through.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">God send us each a Leprecaun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To mend the heart of us at dawn!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent4">He’s caught the secret of the Earth,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Sun, wind, and Summer rain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">To better happy things that pass</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Or build them up again.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">They’re few of mortal men that look</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So far into the Great Green Book.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent4">If you can catch a Leprecaun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And steal away his cap</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">You’ll maybe get a Pot o’ Gold</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In an exchange, but hap</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Leprecaun has never told</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His secret—what’s a Pot o’ Gold?</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp15" id="i_011b" style="max-width: 18.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_011b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp80" id="i_012a" style="max-width: 97.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_012a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="TIR-NAN-OG1">
+    TIR-N’AN-OG&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_1_1" href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a>
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O it may be the path that the sea gull takes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Will bring us to Tir-n’an-Og to-night,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The sorrowful spell of the sea foam makes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Their wings so white.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or it may be the gold and the crimson proud</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Of to-morrow’s sunset will see us come</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where far from the trouble of wind and cloud</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The soul finds home.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ll be holding you close in a quiet place</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And may be the trouble will cease</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That came from wanting your beautiful face,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Or turn to peace.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnotes">
+<h3 id="FOOTNOTES">
+  FOOTNOTE
+</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_1_1" href="#FNanchor_1_1" class="label">[1]</a> Tir-n’an-Og, Land of the Fay, Land of the Young.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp75" id="i_012b" style="max-width: 93.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_012b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_013a" style="max-width: 72.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_013a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_ELFIN_ANGELUS">
+    THE ELFIN ANGELUS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are all the roads to Elfland closed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Are all the gates locked fast?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And is there not some Fairy spot,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or deep, remote, and sylvan grot</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Left open where they passed?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ah! hark to what the twilight tells</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">On silver bells, on silver bells!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Say all the lovely, lonely spells,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Swing free the doors again!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lo! from the open Hills we ride</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through moss and moonlight, far and wide</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">No rider rides in vain!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We fight the old, victorious wars</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">’Neath silver stars, ’neath silver stars.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_013b" style="max-width: 70.625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_013b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp60" id="i_014a" style="max-width: 89.9375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_014a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Though earth is weary with its scars,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">King Arthur, as it seems,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lies done to death in Avalon,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Yet living eyes shall look upon</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The mercy of their dreams.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sure is each hope on vision stayed,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Though long delayed, though long delayed.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Those airy shapes toward which man prayed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In Nature’s holy name,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In shapes as light, as cool, as green</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As dancing leaves high boughs between,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">They put him not to shame.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sure help in all high wars men win</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From Fairy kin, from Fairy kin.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp45" id="i_014b" style="max-width: 68.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_014b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp35" id="i_015a" style="max-width: 46.875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_015a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">For, lo! the veil between is thin</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And easy cast aside,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And when the call of man is heard</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The heart of all the Hills is stirred</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And all the doors swing wide.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And man is succoured and reprieved,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Though sorely grieved, though sorely grieved.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">For no man is by hope deceived</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Though spells may cast their lure,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And though the aspect suffer change</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To things unearthly sweet, or strange,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Or dreadful to endure.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Each man shall win, unless he tire,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His Heart’s Desire, his Heart’s Desire!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_015b" style="max-width: 41.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_015b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp35" id="i_016a" style="max-width: 46.3125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_016a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Those things toward which good men aspire</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Although the world condemn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And though they seem to die, apart,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Safe hid in Nature’s holy heart,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Grow great to comfort them.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So peace from earth be with you still,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Men of good will, men of good will.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_016b" style="max-width: 37.8125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_016b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_017" style="max-width: 38.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_017.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp60" id="i_018" style="max-width: 87.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_018.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp35" id="i_019a" style="max-width: 49.5625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_019a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="GIRLS_SONG">
+    GIRL’S SONG
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O Angus Og has four love birds</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">That follow him where-so-ever;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And two cry out, “I go, I go,”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And two cry out, “Come hither.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">They are plumed like the blue-green water,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the four birds call to me,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“I go, I go,” and “Come hither.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I’m thinking they call from the sea.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O maybe I’ll go one sunrise</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Where the breakers curl and comb,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And bare my breast to the four love birds</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And cry, “Come home, Come home.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp65" id="i_019b" style="max-width: 98.0625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_019b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_020a" style="max-width: 45.8125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_020a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="FAWN_OMERA">
+    FAWN O’MERA
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Had you never, Fawn O’Mera,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Never heard the magic bell</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Tolling from the belfries airy</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the towered land of Fairy</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Where the Elfin people dwell?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Had you never, Fawn O’Mera,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Seen the Laughing People ride,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gold, and green, and rowan, trooping</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like a flock of sea gulls swooping</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Out to sea, by some roadside?</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp15" id="i_020b" style="max-width: 24.0em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_020b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_021a" style="max-width: 45.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_021a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Little bits of sticks, and snatches</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Tattered too, of roadside straw;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Here and there the dead leaves whirling</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the wind; the gray dust pearling</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Over them was all they saw!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">They, the New Born souls, that newly</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Grow to threescore year and ten,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ancient only in the cradle,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Crafty with the porridge ladle,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Children still as greedy men.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp15" id="i_021b" style="max-width: 23.9375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_021b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_022a" style="max-width: 31.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_022a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But the lovely, loving, lilting,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Laughing Wise Ones who are Old,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whom a thousand years make tender,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And whose kind eyes know the splendour</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Of the Dawn, saw fairy gold!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hear them singing, Fawn O’Mera!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Girlhood guessed the song before.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now, the candles flare and dwindle,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And a burden grows the spindle,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the flax falls to the floor.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_022b" style="max-width: 43.3125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_022b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp35" id="i_023a" style="max-width: 54.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_023a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Leave the young, whose love is asking,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Leave the old whose love’s a chain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ere they strew your head with ashes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dim the eyes and dew the lashes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Come into your own again.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will take you, Fawn O’Mera,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To the Fairy Glades apart,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And where green leaves know no falling,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hush the old unhappy calling,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Wake your soul, and still your heart.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_023b" style="max-width: 62.0625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_023b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_024a" style="max-width: 66.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_024a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_ELFIN_HILLS">
+    THE ELFIN HILLS
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O I shall go up to the Elfin Hills,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Heather, and heath, and stone,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">’Neath the cold red drift of the sunset cloud,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For Folk in Housen are hard and proud,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And ever I’ll pipe alone.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">For O, I went down to the Folk in House,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Bold in the russet dawn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Drawn to the bone by the mortal call,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The pink, and the white, and the rose, and all</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Of the sweet flesh they have on.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_024b" style="max-width: 41.75em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_024b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_025a" style="max-width: 60.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_025a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I met three children wi’ berry pails,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Bound for the tangled briars</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Over the moors, and I piped a tune,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gathered their laughter an afternoon;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">They fled with the first lit fires:</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wonderful fires the Folk in House</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Scatter like daffodils,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Streaming in light from the ragged thatch,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Rosy and warm by the lifted latch,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And gay in the long gray hills.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_025b" style="max-width: 73.0625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_025b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_026a" style="max-width: 32.875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_026a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">’Twas over the fires I met my love,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Piped to her soft and low,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sweet was the glint o’ her milk-white feet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Threading the fields, and the meadow-sweet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Like pearl in the afterglow.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ever I piped, and ever she came,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But when my piping ceased,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She fled from me with a startled cry,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The little old moon toiled up the sky</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">From out of an empty East.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp60" id="i_026b" style="max-width: 80.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_026b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp55" id="i_027a" style="max-width: 86.5625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_027a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Empty of heart, and empty of hand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">’Twas only the pipe they heard!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Maybe my eyes they are too cold,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Fairy blood may be too old</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To mix with the blood it stirred.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I will go back to the Elfin Hills,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Wander and pipe alone,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Answer the call of the peewit’s note</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where sunshine wavers, and gray clouds float</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Past heather and heath and stone.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_027b" style="max-width: 40.625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_027b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_028a" style="max-width: 69.3125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_028a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_ELFIN_FAIR">
+    THE ELFIN FAIR
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A gay and a good old woman</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Once went to an Elfin Fair</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And all that most fit is for Fairs in the cities</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And is told of in ditties</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">And sung of in songs, was there</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8"><i>Grown teeny tiny O</i>.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">’Twas down by the red rose bushes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">(She picking her way between)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the first thing she found was a Merry-go-round</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To the scarlet top of a tulip bound,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">In the midst of a Village Green</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8"><i>Grown teeny tiny O</i>!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_028b" style="max-width: 66.375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_028b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_029a" style="max-width: 49.125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_029a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There was a Strong Man lifting</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">An acorn up, cup and all;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And a peddler, it seems, crying, “Honey of Dreams!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Threepence a cup, O brightly it gleams!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">And the Gentry were giving a Ball,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8"><i>Grown teeny tiny O</i>.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The Photygraph Man was snapping them all</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">(And the Villagers) one by one,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or else in a group; with his waddle and stoop,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And his head in a cloth, and his legs like a hoop,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">By the aid of the laughing Sun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8"><i>Grown teeny tiny O</i>.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_029b" style="max-width: 37.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_029b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp45" id="i_030a" style="max-width: 71.0625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_030a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But the Farmers were down by a Paddock</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Where of all unusual things,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A real Carrot stood, as big as a wood,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And rooting around it all pleasant and good,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Were wee little Pigs with Wings,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8"><i>Grown teeny tiny O</i>!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Right there was her own good Landlord,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Though she doubted the thing herself</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Till to him she ran, and cried, “Mr. McCann!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whatever on earth are you doing, my man,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">With Wings and a Coat like an Elf—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8"><i>Grown teeny tiny O</i>!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_030b" style="max-width: 48.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_030b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_031a" style="max-width: 29.875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_031a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_PLAINT_OF_THE_CAPTIVE_FIELD">
+    THE PLAINT OF THE CAPTIVE FIELD
+    MOUSE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<p class='center'>(This Field Mouse, by the way, was in the Elfin Fair)</p>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am the one living Field Mousie</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">In captivity</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">(O pity me!)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ah! why did I leave my warm soft housie</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Sae easily!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A silver collar, all bent about too,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Round my neck is curled.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">(O pity me!)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I am a captive, who went out to</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">See the world!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_031b" style="max-width: 39.5625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_031b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp35" id="i_032a" style="max-width: 46.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_032a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_MAN_THAT_GOT_THE_CALL">
+    THE MAN THAT GOT THE CALL
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O it’s not for fame and glory</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">And the guns of Trafalgar,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor to walk with foreign lady</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In a cypress garden shady,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Nor to court to get a star,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">That he’s going, Captain Spanish;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Captain Spanish leaves you all!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">O he’s careless, careless, careless,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">He’s the man that got the call!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O it wasn’t in the morning,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">And it wasn’t by the stream</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where the birches’ lovely daughters</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Dip their tresses in the waters,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">For they summoned in a dream.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Weep your gallant, Dublin ladies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Captain Spanish leaves you all!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">O he’s careless, careless, careless,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">He’s the man that got the call!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_032b" style="max-width: 43.75em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_032b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_033a" style="max-width: 38.125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_033a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Pretty Lady Kitty Cooley,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Nor your taffeta, nor lace,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Nor your gold can bring him nearer;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You can look into your mirror,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">He has seen another face,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A White Woman with the Green Blood!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Captain Spanish leaves you all,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">O he’s careless, careless, careless,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">He’s the man that got the call!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Father Hogan of the hunters</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Better stay the county sport!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Go and tell his mother weeping,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">That she set his hounds to leaping</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Round the ancient Fairy fort.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Where the sunset turned it emerald</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Near a bit of rosy wall,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Captain Spanish left the ladies ...</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4"><i>He’s the man that got the call.</i></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp70" id="i_033b" style="max-width: 104.125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_033b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_034" style="max-width: 69.75em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_034.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp45" id="i_035a" style="max-width: 69.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_035a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_OLD_SHIP">
+    THE OLD SHIP
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the long, low clouds about the West</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Are rose, ash-gray, and amethyst,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the sky between pours saffron-gold,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the wind along the dykes runs cold,</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A huge old bark with an orange sail,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Mellowed and tattered by many a gale,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Will slowly come through the estuary,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Old, sea-haggard, and strange, and merry.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp60" id="i_035b" style="max-width: 83.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_035b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp75" id="i_036a" style="max-width: 104.375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_036a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where the red, warm moon rounds slowly over</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The low, flat fields that breathe sweet clover,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through banks of poppies on either hand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The dykes run liquidly into the land.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The old, old ship will come up from the sea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Farther afield than a ship should be,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And sail on softly, softly and still,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And dock inland by a wooded hill.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Then will come silently, flocks of sheep</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Silver as clouds remembered in sleep,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Cross to the moonlight and leap the stile;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And he who shepherds them all will smile,</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_036b" style="max-width: 61.125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_036b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_037a" style="max-width: 64.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_037a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Play on his pipes and smile to see</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The gay old sails lift over a tree.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His feet will dance on the grass like foam</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And he will play “When the ship comes home.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp35" id="i_037b" style="max-width: 56.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_037b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="i_038" style="max-width: 98.875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_038.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp55" id="i_039a" style="max-width: 86.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_039a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="TO_THE_WIND">
+    TO THE WIND
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>The lights hung out in the milky way</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent4"><i>The star belt glittered and wheeled,</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent2"><i>The heights and the depths of the night were full</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent4"><i>Of the scent of the new-ploughed field.</i></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wonderful Elder Brother, the Wind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Why do you rattle the window sill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And drum on the pane with your finger tips,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And pipe in the chimney shrill?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And why do you harass the poplar tops,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the pollard willow, his leaves,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And why do you winnow with ceaseless wings</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The crest of the gabled eaves?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">From the chin of the moon to the turnpike road</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">(A ribbon and girdle of white)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is room and enough for the wind to blow,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With never a cloud in sight!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp10" id="i_039b" style="max-width: 16.375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_039b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_040a" style="max-width: 33.9375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_040a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="MIDSUMMERS_NIGHT">
+    MIDSUMMER’S NIGHT
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Wally, what’s at the keyhole?”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“Whist, Jane, whist! Speak low.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“If someone were outside peering in</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Would we know?”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>What’s that at the keyhole?</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Granny said, “’Tis the wind you hear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Wandering to and fro.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Whist, Jane! What’s at the window?”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“Wally, whistle a tune!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“There’s a gay light goes from the old blue plate</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">To the pewter spoon.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>What’s that at the window?</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Granny said, “’Tis the tree-low light</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Of an old, old moon.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_040b" style="max-width: 33.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_040b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp45" id="i_041a" style="max-width: 72.125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_041a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Whist, Jane! What’s by the rose bush?”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“Wally, it is fourscore</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Wee green Riders on snow-white steeds,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With the Queen before!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>What’s that by the rose bush?</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Granny said, “There were Good Folk once</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">But they come no more.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_041b" style="max-width: 40.4375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_041b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp80" id="i_042a" style="max-width: 101.875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_042a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_CARAVAN">
+    THE CARAVAN
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Far off the Fairy Horns are blowing</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Through the morning, through the dew,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The trees of emerald green, the blue,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The windy clouds all white and new,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4"><i>O, come-all-ye—Gypsies!</i></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">There is a rustle in the leaves, a ripple in the grass,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A singing in the heart my love,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The brook’s as clear as glass,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And there the far horizon lies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">An invitation to new skies,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4"><i>O, come-all-ye—Gypsies!</i></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp80" id="i_042b" style="max-width: 104.625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_042b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp80" id="i_043a" style="max-width: 102.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_043a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">We’ll pack the green striped caravan,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Put yellow shirts on every man,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And red cloaks on the lasses,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And when the old have wreathed their locks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And packed their fiddles in a box</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We’ll trundle through the grasses.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We’ll carry through this windy morn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hearts fit to meet the Fairy Horn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4"><i>O, come-all-ye—Gypsies!</i></div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_043b" style="max-width: 31.625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_043b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp60" id="i_044" style="max-width: 100.25em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_044.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp75" id="i_045a" style="max-width: 98.4375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_045a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_GYPSY_BABY">
+    THE GYPSY BABY
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">A ring of great red poppies</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Swayed in the golden corn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And there I lay beside the van</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And heard the larks at morn.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And like a small, far picture</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The distant town rose pink,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And little streams flowed round it</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With daisies at their brink.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">And little trees grew in it</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">All soft, and round, and bright;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A wandering sun sailed in the sky</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Too brilliant for the sight.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Years and years it sailed the sky</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And like a ball it set,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Near, and big, and sad, and red,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And all the grass was wet.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp15" id="i_045b" style="max-width: 31.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_045b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp70" id="i_046a" style="max-width: 90.0em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_046a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_WILD_GEESE">
+    THE WILD GEESE
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Low across a crimson sun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Setting in a crimson sky,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And across a crimson lake</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The Wild Geese fly.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Hark! the poet on the bank</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Pipes a reedy tune,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Piping to the rising wind</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the silver moon.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_046b" style="max-width: 74.4375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_046b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_047a" style="max-width: 83.9375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_047a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“I have neither house nor barn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Kith nor kin have I,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But I know the Elfin Folk</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">When the Wild Geese fly.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“’Neath another crimson sun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">On a ruddy strand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I have piped a wilder tune</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In an eerie land.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Here, and there, and back again</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Bid the music ply,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When across the crimson lake</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The Wild Geese fly!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp15" id="i_047b" style="max-width: 29.0625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_047b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_048a" style="max-width: 30.4375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_048a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="A_FAIRY_SONG">
+    A FAIRY SONG
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">We never weep because we see</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Pale moon flowers on the barren tree;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A lovely light that takes the shape</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of bud and bloom that is to be.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">It glows, a soft and emerald light,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Along the branching trees by night;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We know it weaves the coming leaves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And never grieve when snows are white.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">We dance with winds that chill the rose</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As to her frosty death she goes,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Because we see the changeless bloom</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Towards which she lifts again and grows.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_048b" style="max-width: 33.8125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_048b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_049a" style="max-width: 29.9375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_049a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">So when the weeping tempest saith</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Hush!” to the woodlands with his breath</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We ride the skeletons of leaves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And dare an airy jest with death.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ah, no! we do not weep because</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We live in light that without pause</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Runs sparkling down the sky, the life</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of all the world, and all its cause.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Oft when celestial things are near</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">We see new rainbows shining clear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And follow them from glade to glade,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And voices in the winds we hear.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_049b" style="max-width: 31.375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_049b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_050a" style="max-width: 75.875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_050a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_NIXIES_POOL">
+    THE NIXIE’S POOL
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Coming through the green-gold beech woods</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Where the great, gray tree boles are,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where the fallen leaves are bronze,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">He found, like a star</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8">The little pool,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Leaf patterned, dark and cool.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent8">Not by his hound,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Nor by his unhappy lady</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8">Will he be found.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">The horn has not yet wound</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Reveille through the shady</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Or barren mountain pass</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Which can recall him from that pool of glass.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp65" id="i_050b" style="max-width: 87.5625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_050b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_051a" style="max-width: 79.625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_051a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent4">Ice to the barren twigs will come</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And winter. It will not befall</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Him in that green-gold gloom.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent6">He will not change at all</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Though armour melt like ice, and castles be</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Eaten by mothy Time like tapestry.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And Time grow so staggering, gay, and old</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">That all of his pulses manifold</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Run together and stop. Still will he</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Kneel, stern, and young, and cool,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Wooing that Nixie in that pool.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_051b" style="max-width: 74.4375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_051b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_052a" style="max-width: 38.0625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_052a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BECKONING_OUT">
+    THE BECKONING OUT
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The coppers were gone from the old brown teapot,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gaunt sorrow and care were crowned kings of the spot,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the little old woman who knelt on the floor</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To blow up the ashes, was hoping no more.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O the door was blown open and into the place</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A Winged Stranger came with a gay, handsome face</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And with two laughing eyes that looked out of his head</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like some fair woman’s son, and, “Give over,” he said.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_052b" style="max-width: 43.8125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_052b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_053a" style="max-width: 67.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_053a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Whist, Mother! give over. Come out in the light</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While the throstle’s astir, and the dawn is as bright</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">As when, come forty years, you were up and away,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the dew to your feet, on the first morn o’ May.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Is it children you grieve for? I’ll be as your son</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For I’m old as the hills, yet a mother I’ve none.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Is it shelter you wish for? I’ll find you a home</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">like a cot in green valleys where no winters come.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_053b" style="max-width: 50.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_053b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_054a" style="max-width: 62.0em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_054a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Do you grieve for the good things went out by the door?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now cross but the threshold, you’ll miss them no more,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or it may be the winds that run laughing with God</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Have but kept them awhile, or the sweet smelling sod.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“Is it lonely you were? There’s a bird in your breast</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Was but spreading his wings; lone delight is his nest.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">There is never a tie could have kept him for long,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I could lure him aloft with the lilt of a song!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_054b" style="max-width: 65.6875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_054b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp35" id="i_055a" style="max-width: 50.0625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_055a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“You have dreamed overmuch, as the old do alone</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the fire is low, and the children have gone.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But have done with the dreams, for to youth is the day;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You are young again, Colleen! Come out in the May!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp35" id="i_055b" style="max-width: 50.625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_055b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_056a" style="max-width: 58.8125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_056a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="SONG">
+    SONG
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ding-a-ding! The sun is high.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Ding-a-ding! The dragon-fly</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Wakes to dart about the stream.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Now is mortal morning come;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Let us find a bluebell dome</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And sleep and dream.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Belfries bluer than the sky</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shall intone a lullaby.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ring, ah! ring a drowsy song!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From this azure hollowed gloam,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Fays, why should we farther roam?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ding-a-ding, ding-dong.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Ding-dong!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_056b" style="max-width: 39.9375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_056b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_057a" style="max-width: 75.5625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_057a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_OSPREY_FOLK">
+    THE OSPREY FOLK
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Alas! for the child that the Osprey Folk</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Circle around at birth;</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Never for him are the good green fields</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>And the lap of the old brown earth</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>And the whet of the scythe in the afternoon</i></div>
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>And the joy of the homespun mirth.</i></div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But all day long at the turn of the tide</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">At morn, at noon, or even,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He hears in his ears that whistle of winds</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">(And the winds of the seas are seven).</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And each one brings him the smack of the fogs</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the salt in the sea winds driven.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp45" id="i_057b" style="max-width: 68.5625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_057b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_058a" style="max-width: 81.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_058a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">He has never a mate like the common folk</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But out of the whir and wheel</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of the Osprey wings is a voice that calls</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With the strength of a mate’s appeal.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the darkness putteth its lips to his lips</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">When the rims of the sky line reel.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">O, I was born where the Osprey Folk</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Cross to the Finnish rocks,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the caw and the call of their throats are more</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Than the power of ban or locks;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So never for me will the uplands be</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Gray with the feeding flocks.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp75" id="i_058b" style="max-width: 93.5625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_058b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp75" id="i_059a" style="max-width: 91.75em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_059a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shrilling of wind in the cordage taut</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And churn of the flying spume,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The pound of the waves like a cannon shot</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the air like a drumming loom,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And I shall go back to the Osprey Folk</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">For this is the Osprey Doom.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp75" id="i_059b" style="max-width: 99.0em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_059b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp80" id="i_060" style="max-width: 92.9375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_060.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_061a" style="max-width: 47.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_061a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="MERLIN">
+    MERLIN
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry fs80">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“<i>But Nemuë imprisoned him in a tower built of air, and like to glass.</i>”</div>
+<p class="right mt0 pr1">
+  —<span class="smcap">Merlin</span>.
+</p>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When Nemuë built for Merlin</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A tower of the air,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">She wove the blue of Heaven</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In azure fabrics fair,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Aërial, ethereal,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Clear, crystalline, and rare.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">She lapped him in it deeper,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">With rod, and bell, and book,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Than ever fly in spider’s web</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Beside the inglenook,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Or cocoon in his cradle hung</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Above a running brook.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp45" id="i_061b" style="max-width: 65.125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_061b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_062a" style="max-width: 31.9375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_062a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Aërial, ethereal</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And crystal clear as glass,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or mirrored surface of the pool</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Before the storm clouds pass,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The elfin charm drave up the air</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And scarcely stirred the grass.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">The elfin charm drave up, and up,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">As swallows wheel and poise,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And ever as the charm went up</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">It made a small sweet noise,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">As if the winds were whispering</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Like children to their toys.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp10" id="i_062b" style="max-width: 17.625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_062b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp35" id="i_063a" style="max-width: 56.375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_063a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">When, looking in the wizard globe</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">You see the magic scene</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">So small, so bright, thus Merlin lay</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The elfin walls between,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His hair and beard o’erflowed his book,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His mantle was bright green.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<h3 id="II_1">
+  II
+</h3>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Sir Cawdore came at sunset,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Belated, belted knight,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The last rays took his hauberk and</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Danced back in points of light</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">From off his blue-tipped, white ash spear</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His eyes were wild and bright.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp15" id="i_063b" style="max-width: 23.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_063b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_064a" style="max-width: 62.375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_064a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">He saw the rolling, wooded hills,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The pine tree’s ruddy stem,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The fallen needles burned to brown</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">About the far pool’s hem,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The pointed glossy osier twigs;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A faint wind harried them.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">The silver-tinted clouds uprose</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">About the pallid moon,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The rosy west lay to his back</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Before him lay the gloom,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">His mortal eyes saw not the wall</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Which stopped him, of that room.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp35" id="i_064b" style="max-width: 57.4375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_064b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp60" id="i_065a" style="max-width: 95.75em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_065a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">But like the voice of Dryads all</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Complaining round a pool,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Or Pan pipes scarce articulate</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where forest ways are cool,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">He heard a voice without a form</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Said, “Stand awhile, thou fool!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">“What news of royal Arthur? Speak!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“He sleeps in Avalon.”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“How went the battle in the west?”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“The steel clad hosts are gone,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Are scattered as the dry red leaves</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The first blast blows upon.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp45" id="i_065b" style="max-width: 73.375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_065b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp45" id="i_066a" style="max-width: 79.5625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_066a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“The Holy Grail has left the land,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">By minster, weir, and lock</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No book, no bell, no angels’ wing;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The coming shadows flock;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">All, all are broken in their pride,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A wave upon a rock.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">“And Guinevere?”—“At Almsbury</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Her glory and her gold</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Are shaken as a cup upheld</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In palsied hands, and old,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Before the altar of God’s wrath</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In some dark chancel cold.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp45" id="i_066b" style="max-width: 75.9375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_066b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_067a" style="max-width: 48.625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_067a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">“But who art thou that speakest thus?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Between the setting sun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And yonder pallid, rising moon</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The wold lies cold and dun;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I hear a voice speaks in mine ear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But presence there is none.”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Aërial, ethereal,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Athwart the gleam and glow,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The airy charm wheeled slowly up,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And slowly, and more slow,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“Lo, I am Merlin,” spake the voice,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">“And thus our glories go!”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_067b" style="max-width: 39.4375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_067b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp55" id="i_068" style="max-width: 56.5625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_068.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp65" id="i_069a" style="max-width: 92.4375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_069a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_PRINCESS_OF_YAN">
+    THE PRINCESS OF YAN
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Nu-Nu-Nu!</i>&#x2060;<a id="FNanchor_2_2" href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> (And the daisies are piled like a flood!)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">We never shall see the Chalcydian Sea</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Nor the place where the Yakadil stood,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Nor suspended by silk, and far whiter than milk</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Aladdin’s famed egg of the Roc,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But I know, where the breeze sighs beneath the pine trees,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Where the Maids of the Yan Princess walk,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With their wide, floating hair, and mysterious air,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And finger on lips as they talk,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With their azure, pale, trailing silk robes, and their veiling</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">As they wonder, and whisper, and talk.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp65" id="i_069b" style="max-width: 91.5625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_069b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp25" id="i_070a" style="max-width: 32.125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_070a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Zo-Zo-Zo!</i> (And the glow of the sun on the gorse!)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">They stole her away at the close of the day</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">With gongs and enchantments, of course,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">While a dragon of old rolled his amber and gold,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Burnt orange, and umbers that gleam</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the marvellous scrolls that the Chinese unrolls</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">On lacquer and teak—in the gleam</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Twixt the dusk and the dark all the people cried, “Hark!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">They have shut her away in a dream.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where waters are falling, and white storks are calling,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In a brittle, blue, beautiful dream!”</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Na-Na-Na!</i> (And the poppies are bright in the corn)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">When the desert is red, and the sun goes to bed</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">In the piles of the purple clouds torn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">By the wings of the Djin, ’tis a crime and a sin</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">To loiter, in camel or man,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lest the soul’s vital spark be extinguished ere dark—</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">By Allah! you ride as you can.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But the end of your toil through the gray, slipping soil</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Is more near than the Princess of Yan.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The mirages glimmer no dearer, no dimmer</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Than the faraway beauties of Yan!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp15" id="i_070b" style="max-width: 23.5625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_070b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_071a" style="max-width: 24.8125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_071a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Tsi-Tsi-Tsi!</i> (And the elm trees are drowsy with shade!)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Neither peacock-eye whorls, nor platters of pearls</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Nor a palace of treasures in jade,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Nor a jewelled palanquin borne by Negroes in green,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Nor olives of far Samarcand</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Can buy you a ship that will dock in the slip</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Where the green running seas meet the land,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And the red granite frowns, that her tall tower crowns</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Nor the glimpse of one nail of her hand,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through the silver-soft curtain, the rosy, uncertain</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">O, the flitting half moon of her hand!</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Bang-Bang-Bang!</i> (And the heroes are coming to war!)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">In terrible throngs, with cymbals and gongs</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">The heroes and conquerors are</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">All arming their hordes with lances and swords</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">With scimitar, yataghan, drum.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In the dust and the heat, see the elephants’ feet,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the camels, bedizened and dumb!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Even Sindbad himself, with a beard like a shelf,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Even Kameralzamen has come,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">His horse’s hoofs tingle, his silver bells jingle,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Even Kameralzamen has come!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp15" id="i_071b" style="max-width: 19.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_071b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_072a" style="max-width: 33.3125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_072a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Crash-Bang-Crash!</i> (And the Princess aloof like the moon!)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">They have fought the good fight in abysmal night</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">With comet, cyclone, and simoon.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">The eclipse was unchained, and the shooting stars rained</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">In tempest and vapour and wrack,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But they warred for their prize with implacable skies</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the heroes were all beaten back.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like the nebulæ thin, by the wings of a Djin</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Were blown out, and extinguished in black,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like the last thunder moaning, with wailing and groaning</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">In a deep and imponderable black.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0"><i>Tso-Tso-Tso!</i> (And it’s time we were home for our tea!)</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">And why should we weep for a Princess they keep</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">In a pearl on a rock in the sea?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Lo! the butterflies’ wings with unutterable things</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Are dusted: with portents they run,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Golden, freckled with zones, and the red, tawny ones</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And the blue, and the black, and the dun</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Say, “With barter and pain, you shall never attain,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Turn away and the Princess is won,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where you loiter and play, where you half turn away</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">At a touch the Yan Princess is won.”</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="footnotes">
+<h3 id="FOOTNOTES_1">
+  FOOTNOTE
+</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a id="Footnote_2_2" href="#FNanchor_2_2" class="label">[2]</a> Chinese music sounds, to be said through the nose.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp15" id="i_072b" style="max-width: 18.0625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_072b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_073" style="max-width: 62.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_073.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp70" id="i_074a" style="max-width: 97.75em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_074a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SPELL_OF_COLD">
+    THE SPELL OF COLD
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Ah! What unearthly music plays so still</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8">So hushed, about the window sill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Aërial more than an æolian harp,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8">Or with chromatic risings sharp</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Whistles the heart away into the ice-cold moon?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">It fluted through the dawn wind; soon</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">The snow’s white, woven dance will come</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">And close the little room</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">In soft-fluffed, crystal silence, with the trees.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Still, still in silvery cadencèd degrees</div>
+      <div class="verse indent12">The heavenly gradual</div>
+      <div class="verse indent12">Will rise and fall.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">Ah! what god in the forest plays</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">One instant that makes all our days,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">And sends great music so about a little room?</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8">We would have quiet now in all our ways,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And with the winter night, quiet and candlelight ...</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">Ah! what unearthly music plays!</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp20" id="i_074b" style="max-width: 29.3125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_074b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_075a" style="max-width: 76.0em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_075a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent8">Haunted! Not here nor there,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Nor from the forest hollows bare,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8">Nor shining-particled, chill air,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Nor star hung, and swan-breasted hill,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8">But closer, closer still,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Weaving between the nerve and bone</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">The melody flows on.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">We would have quiet in the winter grays,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And for the winter gloom, embers and a quiet room ...</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">Ah! what unearthly music plays?</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent16">Spell-bound!</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">Not coolly rippling ivory.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Nor cithers slowly sighing a nocturne,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Nor mournful clarion of silver horn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">Nor bells at midnight, hollowly forlorn,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">Could swell this tide of sound, nor turn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">This tide away from one who hears</div>
+      <div class="verse indent10">This music in between the ears</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8">And brain, from one who sees</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_075b" style="max-width: 45.0625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_075b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp45" id="i_076a" style="max-width: 67.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_076a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent2">Too long, the snow’s slow woven dance of imageries.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">No, nor the thousand forest Seraphs of the violin</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Shiver and clamour up, and cry, “Give over and give in!”</div>
+      <div class="verse indent4">So wildly! Hush! This is the spell the winter weaves;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">The song for which the tree sheds all its leaves,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">The high, chaste comfort for which worlds grow old.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">This is the glamour of the frost and cold</div>
+      <div class="verse indent8">Heard by the stars. It is the breath</div>
+      <div class="verse indent6">And premonition of the requiem of death</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Higher and colder than all. The frost crystal rays,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">And ice in the moon sing, when this unearthly music plays.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_076b" style="max-width: 58.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_076b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span></p>
+
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp70" id="i_077a" style="max-width: 105.5625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_077a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_OLD_POET_FORETELLS_THE_MANNER">
+    THE OLD POET FORETELLS THE MANNER
+    OF HIS DEATH
+  </h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I shall not hear men’s voices soon</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For the silvery music of the Shee;</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Between me and the world a veil</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Will fall of woven imagerie,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With cooling green of boyhood’s leaves,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">With whorls of water light that weaves.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I shall not bring to mind the tasks</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I laboured at so long ago,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But I shall marvel much that man</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">On dewy earth should travail so</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">To bring small matters to an end</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where all things weave, and change, and blend.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp45" id="i_077b" style="max-width: 74.625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_077b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_078a" style="max-width: 64.5625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_078a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ll mind me how like morning light</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Love was before it turned unkind,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">But when the change, or what the harm,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">I shall not search the past to find</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">While burning questions, cried to God,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Flow off, like wind waves over sod.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">The evils that I wrought myself</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Like hoarse war bugles, sea-ward driven</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Will pass; the evils men did me</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Be half forgotten, all forgiven.</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ll think the worst to God must seem</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Like small, sick movements in a dream.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">This body that like marble was</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For heaviness and weight of care</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Will burn with a celestial fire,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">And fade, and free me to the air</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Where I shall never know again</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Old troubles born of nerve and vein.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp40" id="i_078b" style="max-width: 64.1875em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_078b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_079a" style="max-width: 74.5em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_079a.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<div class="poetry-container">
+  <div class="poetry">
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">Meanwhile a spacious loveliness,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">A quiet, brooding sense of light,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Majestic freedom, and fine strength</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Will near me. Led by visions bright</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Of natural beauty I’ll be drawn</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Toward greater loves than I have known.</div>
+    </div>
+    <div class="stanza">
+      <div class="verse indent0">I’ll seem to sleep. Disturb me not,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">For while Incarnate Light draws near,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">A last gift of the race to clay,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent2">Sweet music of the Shee I’ll hear,</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Lulled and withdrawn by soft preludes</div>
+      <div class="verse indent0">Through deep, expectant solitudes.</div>
+    </div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp30" id="i_079b" style="max-width: 49.625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_079b.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp100" id="i_080" style="max-width: 90.0625em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_080.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="i_081" style="max-width: 102.3125em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_081.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure></div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class='section'>
+
+<figure class="figcenter illowp10" id="i_082" style="max-width: 13.9375em;">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i_082.jpg" alt="" data-role="presentation">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="chapter transnote">
+
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span></p>
+
+
+  <h2 class="nobreak" id="Transcribers_Notes">
+    Transcriber’s Notes
+  </h2>
+
+
+<ul>
+<li>Footnotes renumbered consecutively.</li>
+
+<li>Obvious typographic errors have been silently corrected.</li>
+</ul>
+</div>
+
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77901 ***</div>
+</body>
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