. The culprit fay . The fiends of the clouds are the sylphid charm is strong;He gallops unhurt in the shower of fire,While the cloud-fiends fly from theblaze,He watches each flake till its sparksexpire,And rides in the light of its rays* But he drove his steed to the light-nings speed,And caught a glimmering spark ;Then wheeled around to the fairyground,And sped through the Ouphe and Goblin ! Imp and Sprite! Elf of eve ! and starry Fay !Ye that love the moons soft light, Hither, hither wend your way;Twine ye in a jocund ring, Sing and trip it merrily,Hand to ha

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. The culprit fay . The fiends of the clouds are the sylphid charm is strong;He gallops unhurt in the shower of fire,While the cloud-fiends fly from theblaze,He watches each flake till its sparksexpire,And rides in the light of its rays* But he drove his steed to the light-nings speed,And caught a glimmering spark ;Then wheeled around to the fairyground,And sped through the Ouphe and Goblin ! Imp and Sprite! Elf of eve ! and starry Fay !Ye that love the moons soft light, Hither, hither wend your way;Twine ye in a jocund ring, Sing and trip it merrily,Hand to hand, and wing to wing, Round the wild witch-hazel the wanderer again With dance and song, and lute andlyre,Pure his wing and strong his chain, And doubly bright his fairy ye in an airy round, Brush the dew and print the lea ;Skip and gambol, hop and bound, Round the wild witch-hazel tree.

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