Iv

It was last Midsummer Night, In the moon's uncertain light, That I stood among the flowers, And, in language unlike ours, Heard them speaking of the Pixies, Trolls and Gnomes and Water-Nixes; How in this flow'r's ear a Fay Hung a gem of rainy ray; And round that flow'r's throat had set, Dim, a dewdrop carcanet; Then among the mignonette Stretched a cobweb-hammock wet, Dewy wet, For the Fairies.