J. R. Drake

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The ceiling fair that rose aboon.

His ears are stunned with the thunder's blare.

Her eyes are blurred with the lightning's glare.

Giggling and laughing with all their might At the piteous hap of the fairy wight.

The glossed and gleamy wave.

Soft and pale as the moony beam.

He can not see through the mantle murk.

The jellied quarl that flings At once a thousand streaming stings.

Her face was like the lily roon.

Some had lain in the scoop of the rock.

The star shot flew from the welkin blue, As it fell from the sheeted sky.

And now he thrids the bramble bush.

Their harps are of the umber shade That hides the blush of waking day.

For well I ween, Never before in the bowers of light Had the form of an earthly fay been seen.