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Unto the soul's companionship / Of things that only seem to be, / Earth points with magic fingertip / And bids thee see / How Fancy keeps thee company.
For oft at dawn hast not beheld / A spirit of prismatic hue / Blow wide the buds, which night has swelled? / And stain them through / With heav'n's ethereal gold and blue?
While at her side another went / With gleams of enigmatic white? / A spirit who distributes scent, / To vale and height, / In footsteps of the rosy light?
And oft at dusk hast thou not seen / The star-fays bring their caravans / Of dew, and glitter all the green, / Night's shadow tans, / From many starbeam sprinkling-cans?
Nor watched with these the elfins go / Who tune faint instruments? whose sound / Is that moon-music insects blow / When all the ground / Sleeps, and the night is hushed around?