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the lutin-steed.
Let me not lower to the soulless level
Of these whom now I pity and disdain!
Leave me not yet!—leave me not cold and pining,
Thou bird of paradise, whose plumes of light,
Where'er they rested, left a glory shining;
Fly not to heaven, or let me share thy flight!
Of these whom now I pity and disdain!
Leave me not yet!—leave me not cold and pining,
Thou bird of paradise, whose plumes of light,
Where'er they rested, left a glory shining;
Fly not to heaven, or let me share thy flight!
THE LUTIN-STEED.
a fairy legend
Old Margaret's wither'd features
Gleam in the red firelight—
Now stay with me, my grandsons three!
Why wend ye forth to-night?
Gleam in the red firelight—
Now stay with me, my grandsons three!
Why wend ye forth to-night?
"The Mistral's mighty wing—
Hark! how it shakes the roof!
This eve the fairy Sabbath is,
and souls should keep aloof.
Hark! how it shakes the roof!
This eve the fairy Sabbath is,
and souls should keep aloof.
