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There are fairies. Elves that swing In a wild and rainbow ring Through the air; or mount the wing Of a bat to courier news To the fairy King and Queen: Fays, who stretch the gossamers On which twilight hangs the dews; Who, within the moonlight sheen, Whisper dimly in the ears Of the flowers words so sweet That their hearts are turned to musk And to honey; things that beat In their veins of gold and blue: Ouphes, that shepherd moths of dusk-- Soft of wing and gray of hue-- Forth to pasture on the dew. There are fairies; verily; Verily; For the old owl in the tree, Hollow tree, He who maketh melody For them tripping merrily, Told it me. There are fairies.--Verily, There are fairies.