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246 A MIDSUMMER NiaHT 3 S DREAM.
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XXXVI.—A MIDSUMMEB NIGHT'S J)HEAM.
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. «o» Alas ! they have stolen my Fairy P...
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gruel self-deny , you ing r " contributions piece o candle , yet / ' and your your frequent " bit o bi ' scuit soap , " your are g ni ifts ghtl far y
nobler in the Eye that seeth in secret , than are some of the thousands which are publicly presented at the shrine of humanity .
Assuredly you will " have your reward . " Your works will follow you , _will cluster around you in your death hour , and your dying
pillow shall be soft as the plumage of an angel ' s wing , and babny
as odours of paradise .
246 A Midsummer Niaht 3 S Dream.
246 A _MIDSUMMER _NiaHT S DREAM .
Xxxvi.—A Midsummeb Night's J)Heam.
XXXVI . —A MIDSUMMEB _NIGHT'S J ) HEAM . ( _OBEBOST _iLOQTJITCrK . )
. «O» Alas ! They Have Stolen My Fairy P...
. « _o » Alas ! they have stolen my Fairy Princess ,
And where they have hidden her I cannot guess . U But b my the life mountain is so lonel and y without down b her the I ride tide . y y
p But I ' ve they asked cannot of her tell father , or , they I ' ve will asked not of discover her mother , _,
And men when I question them laugh me to scorn , And no one has seen her since yesterday morn ! I went to the woodand I asked of the Leaves ; —
But they have a whispering , way that deceives , And The thickest the oak and of screen the elm s with , when the they ivy and will vine , can . entwine ,
He I went had to met the her Wind , t was , —who true rep ; lied but a with long a ish scoft way off ! And then the wild fellow swept over the hill
And all in the wake of his bluster was still . I went to the Water , _wlio promised a vision , —
And Then asked suddenl if I y thoug rippled ht in he bursts was likel of derision y to know , "Who had looked in Ms mirror an _Iiour ago I
Within ( But ah them ! if one for moment ever the she memory smiled lies in my !) eyes , I went to the Mowers ;—but the secrets she knows
Are tightly curled _uj ) in the heart of the Rose , Is And ever nothin betrayed g that by lovers the dear can Mi swe gnonette ar or forget . ,
So The openl pale y Water calm _that -Lily no lie story s open is and tliere bare ; , And The Hawthorn shakes her is fr busy ail head in painting with a "burst her bloom of perfume , ;
Whatever ! N " ot one of they the flowers know , of alas my ! Fairy will confess Princess . Oli wonderful Nature ! I know liave hidden
This delicate darling away from you my sight , I dread that you will not restore lier unbidden What By spells is it which want , my tongue ? A fond cannot heart conj ? ure It is ari hers ght . ! you
A life ? All that duty allows is her own ,
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Dec. 1, 1859, page 246, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01121859/page/30/
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