THE CULPRIT FAY

"My visual orbs are purged from film, and lo!

"Instead of Anster's turnip-bearing vales

"I see old fairy land's miraculous show!

"Her trees of tinsel kissed by freakish gales,

"Her Ouphs that, cloaked in leaf-gold, skim the breeze,

"And fairies, swarming ----- "