The friends she had left in her own countrye; With distant music soft and deep, They lulled Kilmeny sound asleep; And when she wakened, she lay her lane, And oh, the words that fell from her mouth It wasna her home, and she couldna remain; JAMES HOGG T THE FAIRIES HAVE NEVER A PENNY TO SPEND HE fairies have never a penny to spend But theirs is the dower of bird and flower And theirs are the earth and sky. And though you should live in a palace of gold Or sleep in a dried-up ditch, You could never be poor as the fairies are, And never as rich. Since ever and ever the world began They have danced like a ribbon of flame, They have sung their song through the centuries long And yet it is never the same. And though you be foolish or though you be wise, With hair of silver or gold, You can never be young as the fairies are, And never as old. ROSE FYLEMAN C FAIRY BREAD OME up here, O dusty feet! ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON T THE HORNS OF ELFLAND HE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying! O hark! O hear! how thin and clear, O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! O love, they die in yon rich sky, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying! ALFRED TENNYSON A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT W HAT was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, High on the shore sate the great god Pan, And hacked and hewed as a great god can Till there was not a sign of a leaf indeed |