. The culprit fay . He has lain upon her lip of dew,And sunned him in her eye of blue,Fanned her cheek with his wing of air,Played in the ringlets of her hair,And, nestling on her snowy breast,Forgot the lily-kings behest*For this the shadowy tribes of air To the elfin court must haste away;—And now they stand expectant there, To hear the doom of the culprit Fay,.

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