. The culprit fay . IS Up to the vaulted firmamentHis path the fire-fly courser bent,And at every gallop on the wind,He flung a glittering spark behind;He flies like a feather in the blastTill the first light cloud in heaven past*But the shapes of air have begun their work,And a drizzly mist is round him cast,He cannot see through the mantle murk,He shivers with cold but he urges fast;Through storm and darkness, sleet and shade,He lashes his steed and spurs amain,-For shadowy hands have twitche the rein,—.

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