BLOOMS OF THE BERRY
"THE FAIRY RADE."
A I me! why stood I on the bent
When Summer wept o'er dying June!
I saw the Fairy Folk ride faint
Aneath the moon.
The haw-trees hedged the russet lea
Where cuckoo-buds waxed rich with gold;
The wealthy corn rose yellowly
Endlong the wold.
Betwixt the haw-trees and the mead
" The Fairy Rade " came glimmering on;
A creamy cavalcade did speed
O'er the green lawn.
The night was ringing with their reins;
Loud laughed they till the cricket hushed
The whistles on their coursers' manes
Shrill music gushed.