. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . winking stars, that sparkle in heavens high arch, delight me more. Ihardly see the same two following nights; and if I do, I know themnot. I love to watch them shooting to the earth, and fly to see where theyhave fallen. If a maiden catches a falling star, and keeps it, she issure of her lovers faith! Know you that, sister? Nightstar smiled, but there Avas sadness in her smile. You were triumphing just now, observed Honeybell; and nowyou do not heed our sportive elves. Look at yonder imps of mine;they are mimicking the ^^-^-^ loves of
. Midsummer Eve : a fairy tale of loving and being loved . winking stars, that sparkle in heavens high arch, delight me more. Ihardly see the same two following nights; and if I do, I know themnot. I love to watch them shooting to the earth, and fly to see where theyhave fallen. If a maiden catches a falling star, and keeps it, she issure of her lovers faith! Know you that, sister? Nightstar smiled, but there Avas sadness in her smile. You were triumphing just now, observed Honeybell; and nowyou do not heed our sportive elves. Look at yonder imps of mine;they are mimicking the ^^-^-^ loves of earths poorchildren: wooing, wherethere is no heavier troublethan the dew-drop thatweighs down the petalsof the sheltering favourite, Eandy,is watching them fromhis old quarters in thegarden, thinking himselfasleep : how you haveendowed that mortal! Isuppose you will take himaltogether to Fairy Landere long; but you arenot heeding; you are gazing into futurity—what see you there? A trial—hard to endure for her I guard, replied Nightstar; it. 158 MIDSUMMER EVE : approaches from a far-land—a speck, an atom, the veriest shadow I but itwill gain strength and power as it comes on—still, she added, with anair of triumph, I nothing fear; nothing can change her now, stablished,as slic is, in virtue ! Our next great festival—our Midsummer—will bewith us soon ; for the tender leaves, so lightly tinged with colour, as theyburst through the pale-brown shelter of their parent twigs, are growninto a hardy green; the hawthorn buds are swelling; the swallows ofthe old gable have come ; and the feathered choir are there in love andfullest tune ; there are nests in every bush and tree; and as I peepedat a greenfinch, I saw she had hatched her young; the wheat growsp^ tall and strong, and the oat and thebarley put forth their spiral leaves ;the blossom of the nut is droppingoff, leaving the germ it sheltered togrow and ripen; the insects stir inthe long grass ; and
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