Make their dance-rings about it, Years of fading and growing Here is a footprint of Love!" THE LITTLE FAY. ROBERT BUCHANAN. EXTRACT. WHEN the summer day I rise from my bed of an acorn cup And shake the dew from my hair and eyes, Then I stoop to a dewdrop and drink it up, And it seems to strengthen my wings to rise. Then I fly, I fly! I rise up high, High as the greenwood tree. The humming bee and the butterfly And the moth with its broad brown wings go by While down on the leaf of an oak I lie, But I seem to hear strange voices call Sighing and saddening me. And still I lie and hearken there, And the large green fly with his silken sail And the leaves grow dark and are lightly rolled, And the shadows grow Before I know! And down I fall to the side of the stream, I see it flow As the moon comes out above the place, QUEEN MAB. THOMAS HOOD. A LITTLE fairy comes at night, Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown, And from the moon she flutters down. She has a little silver wand, And when a good child goes to bed, She waves her wand from right to left And makes a circle round its head. And then it dreams of pleasant things, Of arbors filled with dainty scents And glow-worms shining in the shade; And singing-birds with gifted tongues But when a bad child goes to bed, From left to right she weaves her rings, And then it dreams all through the night Of only ugly, horrid things! Then lions come with glaring eyes, Then stormy waves rush on to drown, Fierce dragons hover in the air, And serpents crawl along the ground. Then wicked children wake and weep And wish the long, black gloom away; But good ones love the dark, and find The night as pleasant as the day. THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON-LOW. MARY HOWITT. "AND where have you been, my Mary, And where have you been from me?" "I've been to the top of the Caldon-Low, The midsummer night to see!" "And what did you see, my Mary, All up on the Caldon-Low?” "I saw the blithe sunshine come down, "And what did you hear, my Mary, "Oh tell me all, my Mary- "Then take me on your knee, mother, "And merry was the glee of the harp-strings, And their dancing feet so small; But oh! the sound of their talking "And what were the words, my Mary, "And some they played with the water 'And this,' they said, 'shall speedily turn "For there has been no water "Oh, the miller, how he will laugh, "And some they seized the little winds, |