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hung its bell, whence a stony head looked downward, Grey 'gainst the sky's pale-blue-- Strange to me: strange.... THE HORN Hark! is that a horn I hear, In cloudland winding sweet-- And bell-like clash of bridle-rein, And silver-shod light feet? Is it the elfin laughter Of fairies riding faint and high, Beneath the branches of the moon, Straying through the starry sky? Is it in the globed dew Such sweet melodies may fall? Wood and valley--all are still, Hushed the shepherd's call. [Illustration] THE THREE BEGGARS [Illustration] 'Twas autumn daybreak gold and wild, While past St. Ann's grey tower they shuffled, Three beggars spied a fairy-child In crimson mantle muffled. The daybreak lighted up her face All pink, and sharp, and emerald-eyed; She looked on them a little space, And shrill as hautboy cried:-- "O three tall footsore men of rags Which walking this gold morn I see, What will ye give me from your bags For fairy kisses three?" The first, that was a reddish man, Out of his bundle takes a crust: "La, by the tombstones of St. Ann, There's fee, if fee ye must!" The second, that was a chestnut man, Out of his bundle draws a bone: "Lo, by the belfry of St. Ann, And all my breakfast gone!" The third, that was a yellow man, Out of his bundle picks a groat, "La, by the Angel of St. Ann, And I must go without." That changeling, lean and icy-lipped, Touched crust, and bone, and groat, and lo! Beneath her finger taper-tipped The magic all ran through. Instead of crust a peacock pie, Instead of bone sweet venison, Instead of groat a white lily With seven blooms thereon. And each fair cup was deep with wine: Such was the changeling's charity, The sweet feast was enough for nine, But not too much for three. O toothsome meat in jelly froze! O tender haunch of elfin stag! O rich the odour that arose! O plump with scraps each bag! There, in the daybreak gold and wild, Each merry-hearted beggar man Drank deep unto the fairy child, And blessed the good St. Ann. THE STRANGER In the nook of a wood where a pool freshed with dew
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