FAIRY SONG

He has conn'd the lesson now;

He has read the book of pain:

There are furrows on his brow;

I must make it smooth again.

Lo! I knock the spurs away;

Lo! I loosen belt and brand;

Hark! I hear the courser neigh

For his stall in Fairy-land.

Bring the cap, and bring the vest;

Buckle on his sandal shoon;

Fetch his memory from the chest

In the treasury of the moon.

I have taught him to be wise

For a little maiden's sake;—

Lo! he opens his glad eyes,

Softly, slowly: Minstrel, wake!