. The culprit fay . The star is yet in the vault of heaven, But it rocks in the summer gale;And now ft is fitful and uneven, And now Tt is deadly pale;And now t is wrapped in sulphursmoke, And quenched is its rayless beam,And now with a rattling thunder-stroke It bursts in flash and swift as the glance of the arrowylance That the storm-spirit flings from high,The star-shot flew oer the welkin blue, As it fell from the sheeted swift as the wind in its trail behind The elfin gallops along,. The fiends of the clouds are the sylphid charm is strong;He gallops unhu
. The culprit fay . The star is yet in the vault of heaven, But it rocks in the summer gale;And now ft is fitful and uneven, And now Tt is deadly pale;And now t is wrapped in sulphursmoke, And quenched is its rayless beam,And now with a rattling thunder-stroke It bursts in flash and swift as the glance of the arrowylance That the storm-spirit flings from high,The star-shot flew oer the welkin blue, As it fell from the sheeted swift as the wind in its trail behind The elfin gallops along,. 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 midnightdark.
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