Paul Laurence Dunbar

Ohio / United States
Paul Laurence Dunbar
Ohio / United States
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The Discovery

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THESE are the days of elfs and fays:
Who says that with the dreams of myth,
These imps and elves disport themselves?
Ah no, along the paths of song
Do all the tiny folk belong.
Round all our homes,
Kobolds and gnomes do daily cling,
Then nightly fling their lanterns out.
And shout on shout, they join the rout,
And sing, and sing, within the sweet enchanted ring.
Where gleamed the guile of moonlight's smile,
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Dr Antony Theodore 25 April 2020
Where e'er by streams, the moonlight gleams, Or on a meadow softly beams, There, footing round on dew-lit ground, The fairy folk may all be found. very fine poem indeed. tony
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Dr Antony Theodore 25 April 2019
And once I ween, she smiled at me. Since when, you may by night or day, Dispute the sway of elf-folk gay; a very good poem.. tony
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