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INDEX 
 
 Page 
 
 In the Valley Old in Time 5 
 
 In the Tingle-langle-ling 7 
 
 The Fairy Knight 9 
 
 Diana's Dream 13 
 
 The Giant and the Songster 21 
 
 The Goddess of the Sea . . ' 37 
 
 The Ancient Knights of Taberlee 41 
 
 Sweet Laree 53 
 
 Hilda Hi is Bonnie 55 
 
 The Maid of the Sun 57 
 
 The Ever Purple Sea 59 
 
 The Land of Setting Sun 61 
 
 A Teasing Little Minstrel 63 
 
 The Sea in the Rim of Gold 67 
 
 The Song of the Golden Sea 69 
 
 The Sleeping Knight 73 
 
 The Maid of Galilee 75 
 
 A Lily-lee-lee 79 
 
 A Knight of the Sea 81 
 
 The Broken Pledge 83 
 
 My Queen 87 
 
 Love of Hope 93 
 
 The Queen of Merrybolee 97 
 
 The Burial Beneath the Sun 101 
 
 The Fairy Hill 103 
 
 The Tingle-langle-lee 109 
 
 Hi, Hi, Ha, I Love You . Ill 
 
 Love, Hope and Hate 115 
 
IN THE VALLEY OLD 
 IN TIME. 
 
 'TTHERE'S a rolling river running 
 
 In the valley old in time, 
 Where the water-cresses whisper on 
 Their melodies sublime. 
 
 There I met, a year ago, 
 Or about that space or so, 
 A tortoise, all forgotten. 
 In the valley old in time. 
 
 And the tortoise said to me, " My boy. 
 
 How old, how old are you?" 
 "I am more old than ages — all 
 The time you ever knew." 
 
 And he seemed in that decay, 
 To believe just in that way, 
 That age was more than virtue, 
 In the valley old in time. 
 
TN the tingle-langle-ling, 
 
 ■*■ Of an element, that so, 
 
 Calls clouds to eventide, 
 To the music there I go. 
 In the tingle-langle-ling 
 And the murmurings that sing, 
 I have heard the signals ever, 
 Of the tingle-langle-ling. 
 
 The deity of music 
 
 Of the tingle-langle-ling, 
 Is a lovely autumn rosy, 
 Singing tingle-langle-ling. 
 And his mirthful music so 
 Causes evening's sparkling glow. 
 As the elements dance gayly 
 To the tingle-langle — Oh, 
 
 How I love the pretty murmurs 
 
 Of the ever eventide. 
 There dancing to the music 
 With a pretty fairy maid. 
 
 Whom I see but once each eve, 
 An instant as we swing 
 To the ever-merry music 
 Of the tingle-langle-ling. 
 
THE FAIRY KNIGHT. 
 
 A LOVER, one night, rode in from the sky, 
 Away from a cloud that hung over the sea, 
 And he breathed as he fainted in passing by : 
 "Sweet queen, I came from the azure sky 
 Of stars that sweep o'er the dewy lea, 
 To ask if love might come to me 
 In a future time, can you tell me?" 
 I awoke in a dream of such delight, 
 In yonder cloud this very night, 
 And I saw in this valley, so near by, 
 A fairy they told me ruled over the sky. 
 And I rode this way ; but coming near. 
 In hopes, dismay, and mingled fear, 
 I swoon, sweet queen, in the valley here. 
 I told the knight to gaze away 
 To a star that twinkled toward the lea. 
 To see what the ray would bring, may be. 
 And the beam moved on o'er the drops of dew. 
 And seemed to search for the one she knew. 
 A goddess of fairy queens was she; 
 And she ran to my arms, on seeing me, 
 And, whispering, murmured, "My love, tell me 
 If a knight this night rode over the lea? " 
 I turned to the fairy a twinkling gaze. 
 And said, "Sweet child, the knight may be 
 Drowned away in yon azure sea. 
 
I saw him plunge from the cloud away, 
 
 This night, as here in my bower I lay." 
 
 She murmured in anguish, and tears fell fast 
 
 From her azure eyes, and she said, at last, 
 
 In sobs that move my hatred more : 
 
 "If my love is dead for evermore, 
 
 1 shall search for him in the deep blue sea." 
 
 Her gaze, in a mingled fear and sigh. 
 
 Sought out in the south a beam near by, 
 
 That moved from a star in the azure sky. 
 
 And the pigmy who rode in the beam's sweet ray, 
 
 And rode on a steed that dazzled the day, 
 
 Spoke first to her, and then to me. 
 
 He said, "You are near the sleeping knight. 
 
 And the fairy here has told her aright; 
 
 Bvit the knight is not in the deep blue sea." 
 
 Then turning in mirth, he said to me: 
 
 "Your knight is far in the fields away, 
 
 And sleeps 'neath the dews that downward spray, 
 
 And fall on his lips in the twilight ray." 
 
 The goddess turned and gazed about, 
 
 And seeing the knight, she moved away 
 
 To the star, and left us there in play, 
 
 Till the knight awoke at the break of day. 
 
 But the pigrny told me there that night, 
 
 As the knight swooned on in exhaustion there, 
 
 That the knight was not for me or she 
 
 Who lived in the planet over me ; 
 
 But each loved the knight for evermore. 
 
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 DIANA'S DREAM. 
 
 AWAY on the icy fields, they say, 
 Of Labrador, in the southern sea, 
 A fairy rode in a shaft of light, 
 From temperatures far fields away, 
 Away to the south, beyond the day 
 Where temperature is said to be, 
 And he rode, and he rode, in search of me. 
 There in the icy walls I lay, 
 Where dewdrops were and roses grew, 
 •Neath emerald skies of the bluest hue; 
 Where the svin was green, 
 And the earth was white, 
 And the heavens threw a deep red light, 
 Most awful to endvire 
 By gods of ancient temperature. 
 But the fairies loved the tropics there, 
 And lived in the balmy atmosphere. 
 The knight rode on, and his steed was gold. 
 And the knight was arrayed 
 In the light of day. 
 Of temperature so far away. 
 Upon his brow a jewel gleamed, 
 From wrist to throat his armour streamed. 
 In Hght that caused the sun to throw 
 A shadow to expel the glow. 
 
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For a jewel he was of every beam 
 
 Of light that ever yet was seen ; 
 
 And his steed was gold, and colored so 
 
 That the heavens threw a redder glow 
 
 Of heat in hatred of the foe, 
 
 To melt the steed of gold, they thought. 
 
 In hatred of the knight he brought 
 
 Into the realms of ice and snow. 
 
 Away to the north, and through a rain 
 
 Of azure drops of tropic dews, 
 
 A knight in pleasing splendor came ; 
 
 His steed was white, and the knight was blue 
 
 As indigo, of the realms he knew. 
 
 And away to the west and over the sea, 
 
 And high above the sea's red glow. 
 
 There lived a knight that loved me so. 
 
 That day and night, and morn and e'en, 
 
 The gallant knight was ever seen. 
 
 His dark red roan, in belted power of rainbow, 
 
 Stood above the sea, 
 
 And gnashed his chains in startled gaze 
 
 In sparkles looking down on me. 
 
 And the knight "was black as black could be, 
 
 A giant knight, "in arms so bold, 
 
 And eyes that threw a light serene 
 
 On me, until the knights were seen. 
 
 He reined his steed, and gazed away 
 
 To the south, there gods appeared in such array 
 
 That skies, and stars, and night and day 
 
 Burst forth in one vast jeweled array. 
 
 The armies of the knight they were 
 
 From fields of ancient temperature. 
 
 Away to the east, a deity 
 
 Rode in from space beyond, they say. 
 
 Beyond the fields of light and day; 
 
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The fields of liquids far away, 
 
 Where temperature can never stray. 
 
 The deity rode a purple steed, 
 
 That, winged, moved in azure speed 
 
 Of elements, whose movements so 
 
 In dash hurls all into a glow. 
 
 The steed was winged at ear and heel, 
 
 His gaze was arrows hurled from bow, 
 
 In silver streams, and onward so 
 
 Until the elements became 
 
 A sea of arrows, and his name 
 
 Maneuvered these upon the plain. 
 
 The deity rode calmlj'- by, 
 
 His wings were ornaments of sky 
 
 Of every hue that e'er was known, 
 
 And fashioned in the shape may be 
 
 Of insect winged deity ; 
 
 On shoulders these, their folds anew 
 
 Turn colors, white or red or blue, 
 
 Or black, as densest mystery. 
 
 The knights at south, at north, at west, 
 
 Sank helpless down before his crest, 
 
 And blade he held at right, in rest. 
 
 My dream was o'er, I woke, 'twas day. 
 
 And stars were shining far away 
 
 In crisps like ice 
 
 Within the glow of sunlight green. 
 
 And blood-red skies, as e'er was seen. 
 
 With purple oceans that did flow. 
 
 And zones as white as driven snow 
 
 Within the ice of Labrador. 
 
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THE GIANT AND THE 
 SONGSTER. 
 
 'TTHERE'S a castle on a hill, 
 ■■' Where a knight lived on a day, 
 When time was young and fairies loved 
 The fairest knight — away. 
 
 And the castle on the hill 
 
 Tells a story, so they tell, 
 Of a tragedy of knighthood 
 
 O'er a lovely loved fairy. 
 
 For a pretty god of song 
 Sang to her his lovely strains, 
 
 And his charger stood without 
 And gnashed his heavy chains. 
 
 And in time, as time will go, 
 There arrived the songster's foe, 
 
 A giant strong and powerful, 
 And so the fairies tell. 
 
 And the giant called the knight 
 
 Who had the castle there, 
 And the giant offered fight 
 
 To fight in his despair. 
 
 The knight rode out with him, 
 
 And he fell upon the plain 
 In an instant at the hands 
 
 Of the giant old of fame. 
 
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And the fairy heard the cry 
 
 Of her father dying there, 
 And the fairy looked at death, 
 
 And at life and at despair. 
 
 For what, oh, what she knew 
 Could a pretty songster do, 
 
 With the giant of the ages, 
 And the largest giant, too? 
 
 But her fears aroused the songster, 
 And he saw all her alarms. 
 
 And he saw there in her eyeballs 
 The battle and the forms 
 
 Of the giant standing o'er him, 
 
 O'er her fairy father, too; 
 And the songster tore his neckwear, 
 
 And his instrument he threw. 
 
 And he drew his silver blade 
 
 In calm decision there, 
 And he looked beneath his brow 
 
 On the lovely fairy fair. 
 
 The giant signaled combat, 
 
 And the songster mounted steed, 
 
 And in battle motion chargers wheeled 
 Upon the velvet mead. 
 
 In the dash, the giant threw away 
 The songster and his horse. 
 
 And thought the little fool was slain 
 Upon the water's course, 
 
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Beneath the ragged mountain, 
 Where now the castle stands; 
 
 But the songster rode in charge again 
 Upon him from the sands 
 
 Of the brook within the valley, 
 
 And the giant dashed anew. 
 And the songster o'er the mountain side 
 
 The angry giant threw. 
 
 But the songster and his steed 
 
 In an instant reappeared 
 In a charge upon the giant. 
 
 And the giant's hate was stirred. 
 
 And he rode to meet the songster, 
 And in all his power as well, 
 
 And he fell from off his charger there, 
 And so the fairies tell. 
 
 And the songster laughed most loud, 
 
 And he said, right merrily: 
 " My noble foe, why try so strange 
 
 A strategy on me? 
 
 I'm but a Uttle songster; 
 
 The ages speak of you 
 As of the giant evermore 
 
 Who all the fairies slew." 
 
 The giant wept in anguish, 
 
 And answered: " Now, you see, 
 
 I'm wrong to seek a songster's life; 
 Away! away from me!" 
 
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The songster signaled combat, 
 And again the giant htuded 
 
 The songster and his charger, 
 They say, beyond the world. 
 
 But instantly, so sudden, 
 
 And so the fairies tell, 
 The songster came like lightning 
 
 In a charge upon the vale. 
 
 The giant rode again, 
 
 And the songster threw in air, 
 And he sotight to kill the songster 
 
 As he fell back to the sphere. 
 
 But the songster there eluded him, 
 And dashed on steed away, 
 
 And the giant trembled as he saw 
 The songster stand at bay. 
 
 Again they signaled combat. 
 The songster's steed sped in, 
 
 And the giant felt the silver blade 
 Cut through his abdomen. 
 
 Again the steed wheeled round about. 
 
 Again the giant threw 
 The songster and his charger 
 
 Into the skies of blue. 
 
 Again the giant pled: 
 
 "Why, songster, you are wrong 
 To war with me and aggravate 
 
 My ever noble throng." 
 
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The songster signaled combat; 
 
 High in the sky of blvie 
 The giant dashed, but failed to cut 
 
 The songster's steed in two. 
 
 The songster and his steed 
 
 Plunged and plunged away, 
 The giant followed after 
 
 In blind and mad array. 
 
 And on they darted on, 
 
 And onward to the sea. 
 The ocean gods stood there in space 
 
 And watched the victory. 
 
 The songster whirled his charger round; 
 
 His charger darted in; 
 The giant felt the silver blade 
 
 Play through his abdomen. 
 
 The giant wept in scorn. 
 
 And to the songster said: 
 "Why does a lovely songster thus 
 
 Tease me until I'm led 
 
 To kill a helpless songster?" 
 
 And so the giant said. 
 The songster signaled combat, 
 
 And struck the giant's head. 
 
 The ocean roared, then hushed, 
 As the chargers broke away, 
 
 And wheeled in velvet grasses 
 To charge anew, they say. 
 
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The giant, dazed and breathless, knew, 
 
 Amid the tempest din, 
 The silver blade played to his lungs, 
 
 As lunged the steeds again. 
 
 Anew the giant fell ; 
 
 His steed had stumbled there. 
 And now the songster sheathed his blade 
 
 In calm disgust, despair. 
 
 The giant saw his shame, 
 
 Emitting then a roar of hate, 
 They tell, so plainly heard 
 Upon the azure shore. 
 
 He mounted steed and came 
 
 As a madman of the main. 
 And hurled the songster and his horse 
 
 Out in the ocean plain. 
 
 And the songster fought his way 
 Through the ocean back to land, 
 
 And in an hour of time to there 
 Before the giant stand. 
 
 The giant pled in words 
 
 Ne'er heard by God or man, 
 
 Explaining to the songster 
 
 That his mind was out of tune. 
 
 The songster signaled combat; 
 
 Again his steed dashed thi'ough. 
 And the giant felt the silver blade 
 
 Cut heart-strings all in two. 
 
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The giant moaned in hate, 
 
 And in his mad despair 
 Plunged again and fell anew 
 
 Upon the carpet there. 
 
 The ocean hurled her gauntlet, 
 And hurled it on the plain, 
 
 In challenge to the songster 
 To fight the raging main. 
 
 The giant stood erect 
 
 And challenged now, they say. 
 The songster to dismount 
 
 To fight the giant in that way. 
 
 The fairy ran away, 
 
 The giant on pursues. 
 Until they reach a mountain pass 
 
 The giant there did choose. 
 
 The giant hurled the songster 
 Back to the ocean plain, 
 
 The songster in his fleetest speed 
 Came running back again. 
 
 The giant hurled a roar 
 Oi" hatred at the knight. 
 
 That as a fearful tempest 
 
 Hurled the songster out of sight. 
 
 The songster came again 
 Out of the skies of blue. 
 
 And rushed upon the giant. 
 Cutting all his wits in two. 
 
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The giant, now insane, 
 
 Rushed round tipon the dell, 
 
 And seized the little songster, 
 And upon the songster fell. 
 
 The songster whispered low 
 To the giant, so they say. 
 
 And said to him, "The fairy queen 
 Is running quite away." 
 
 The giant sprang in air 
 
 And shrieked in storms of rain ; 
 The songster drew the giant's sword 
 
 And gave it him again. 
 
 The songster signaled combat, 
 
 But now the giant knew 
 Precisely what the songster 
 
 Intended next to do. 
 
 The songster there played mad, 
 And plunged at him and ran 
 
 Until the giant laid, they tell, 
 A corpse upon the plain. 
 
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 T LOVE not you, sweet Annette, 
 ■*■ In the islands of the sea; 
 I love not yoit, sweet Annette, 
 And my heart is not for thee. 
 I love the one I woo, 
 And my love is ever true 
 To her, and not to you, 
 In the islands of the sea. 
 
 In mineral rills I saw her, 
 
 Said the goddess of the sea; 
 In mineral rills I saw her, 
 In rills that ran to me. 
 Why wait and watch forever, 
 For love, that love, may never. 
 For my heart is yours forever. 
 In the islands of the sea. 
 
 I see a sunbeam yonder 
 
 O'er the islands of the sea, 
 'Tis black or yellow color, 
 O'er the islands of the sea. 
 If in that beam of color 
 My love is there, go tell her 
 That I wait for her forever, 
 In the islands of the sea. 
 
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In death I saw her yonder, 
 
 Said the goddess of the sea ; 
 In death and in disorder, 
 
 And in love of aught but thee. 
 Why Hnger here and wait 
 For the deity of fate, 
 When I would be your mate, 
 In the islands of the sea? 
 
 I love T know not who, 
 
 Said the lover in reply; 
 I love I know not who, 
 Is the apple of my eye. 
 
 But I tell you, sweetheart dear, 
 My heart is most sincere, 
 And I'll love you unto fear, 
 In the islands of the sky. 
 
 In sobs of maddened anguish, 
 
 The goddess of the sea 
 Sobbed on, and sobbed in murmurs, 
 Her ever fondest plea. 
 But the deity's reply, 
 Was," Love there in the sky, 
 I'll be yours until I die, 
 In the islands of the sea." 
 
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THE ANCIENT KNIGHTS OF 
 TABERLEE. 
 
 A DEWDROP sat on the gauzy wing 
 ■^~^ Of a fairy knight in a realm of June; 
 The knight rode out through the morning spray 
 Of Hght, but the dewdrop said: "Too soon." 
 
 And on they rode, and the twinkUng gaze 
 Of the dewdrop fixed upon the knight 
 
 Began to fade, as a tiny haze 
 
 Of softened cloud before the light. 
 
 And the knight rode on to the enemy, 
 And the dewdrop viewed him from afar; 
 
 As in a struggle there, they sa}', 
 
 With a villain knight he locked in war. 
 
 And time went on, and the knight endured, 
 And the war went on in the usual way. 
 
 And the knight expired, yet reassured 
 That death would come to the enemy. 
 
 And death did come, and both appeared 
 
 Upon a realm of the starry lea, 
 Of gods of light, and gods of night. 
 
 And gods of mirth and reverv. 
 
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The knights at sight drew swords again, 
 The winds murmured above the tree, 
 
 And the dewdrop said, from the plain beneath: 
 "The villain knight is the knight for me." 
 
 For the fairy knight, in the battle there, 
 Fell from his steed, for his steed was rash; 
 
 And the villain stood in the black oak shade, 
 And awaited there a second dash. 
 
 And the dewdrop said: "The villain knight 
 
 Lacks winged decorations there; 
 But beneath those shoulders, shining bright. 
 
 Is power to do beyond compare." 
 
 And the knight reined in his charger steed 
 And gazed upon the villain's brow; 
 
 Then turned in hate, and dashed to earth, 
 And the villain followed on, and now 
 
 The knight filled earth and time and space 
 With lies to hide his certain doom, 
 
 And the villain rode to his hamlet door 
 And slew the knight in his hopeless tomb. 
 
 And time went on through the awful night, 
 In the night of time to the fairies there. 
 
 And morning dawned in the light of day, 
 And the knight from the ocean reappeared. 
 
 And the knights drew sword in the mellow light 
 Of the sun that gazed another way, 
 
 And the villain knight cut down again 
 The knight of ancient perfidy. 
 
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And on time went to the hour of noon, 
 And the knight again appeared anew, 
 
 And the dewdrop said, "Soon, too soon." 
 Said to the knight, "My knight, too soon." 
 
 And the knight retired to the ages slow, 
 
 In hate congealed of his awful wars, 
 In search of the villain, once his foe. 
 
 And the knights there met among the stars. 
 
 And the villain knight wore the wings of power. 
 And the knight of old wore the shabby folds 
 
 Of the beautied ornaments serene, 
 
 That once hid vice with their streams of gold. 
 
 And the knights drew swords in the happy field 
 Where the moonlight shone in the silent awe, 
 
 And the villain knight absorbed the knight. 
 In a dash in the moonlight spheres of law. 
 
 And the knight was the villain knight in sooth, 
 And the villain was the knight of old, 
 
 And the villain wore his shoulders bare 
 To strip from the knight his wings of gold. 
 
 And the villain saw in his form, the knight. 
 
 And he saw a knight in child array, 
 Attack the knight in his heart's domain, 
 
 And there freeze the knight from the light of day. 
 
 And the knight warmed as the cold relaxed 
 
 On him, and there the villain saw 
 Within the knight a devil-king. 
 Within the king, a god of law. 
 
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And the devil king was seized upon 
 
 And burned in time's eternity, 
 And the knight, now sane, rode out anew 
 
 In the plains of sky in the starry lea. 
 
 And the knights there met beneath the shade 
 
 Of a fairy realm's most perfect tree, 
 And the knight rode in and said, good sooth, 
 
 And the villain said, right merrily, 
 
 And the knight's reined steed beneath the boughs 
 
 That hung as maidens overhead, 
 And the villain knight called to his realms 
 
 Of the fury gods he ever led. 
 
 And the knight now said, "Why are we thus, 
 
 Must war forever here endure?" 
 And the villain said, "My pretty knight, 
 
 You are not in these spheres secure." 
 
 And the knight rode away to his ancient home. 
 And he said to his sweetheart slumbering there: 
 
 ' Awake, my queen, for the time has come 
 When I with fate must better fare." 
 
 But the goddess said, and said, " I know 
 
 I loved you once in time of old. 
 But the love I had has turned your foe] 
 
 And would slay you 'neath the sea of gold." 
 
 And the knight rode back to the rival knight 
 And said, "I live in a sphere unknown," 
 
 And the villain knight drew sword again, 
 
 And the knights each fell 'neath the forest's moan 
 
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And the winds rushed on, on to the sea, 
 And warned the sea of approaching power, 
 
 And the knights appeared and now as one, 
 Ignored the sea in her mating hour. 
 
 And the sea, in a swoon of hate untold, 
 Gasped to her gods to lend her aid ; 
 
 And the knight and villain, now as one. 
 Destroyed the sea with a subtile blade. 
 
 And the dewdrop now stood central 
 Within the mines of the knights of old, 
 
 And the dewdrop told the storj' that 
 The ocean was the cause untold. 
 
 That the ocean in her breathing on 
 
 Polluted gas above the sea. 
 And polluted gas filled time and space 
 
 With fumes attacking you and me. 
 
 And the knight rode on, and the ocean now 
 In death attacked the knight array, 
 
 And the knights, in mirth, attacked themselves 
 In apparent wars upon that day. 
 
 For the one was will, and the other power, 
 And the ocean grew in time to know 
 
 That the harmony of the ancient knights 
 Burned her to death in a hell below. 
 
 And so time went, and the ancient queen 
 Appeared again in the fields of light, 
 
 And the ocean god who looked on her 
 Was the ancient rival kingly knights. 
 
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The goddess now was land untold, 
 
 And the ocean now a sea array, 
 And the rills were deities serene, 
 
 And the sea and the land in mirth did play. 
 
 And time went on, and the gods, they tell, 
 Who hated both in spheres on high, 
 
 Attacked the twain in rains of fire, 
 And the twain attacked in revery. 
 
 And the poison gods of the heavens now 
 
 Fell into all the fire they threw; 
 And the ocean goddess, now of land, 
 
 Wed there 'pon fire, the knightly two. 
 
 For the two were one, in the truest mint 
 That ever measured purest gold; 
 
 And their ancient wars were but a jest, 
 To seize the spheres of vice untold. 
 
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SWEET LAREE. 
 
 TN the valley of the Nile, 
 ■"■ Sweet Laree, 
 
 Lived a knight of Abrecoil, 
 
 Sweet Laree; 
 And he saw me once, they tell, 
 And in love with me he fell, 
 In the valley of the Nile, 
 
 Sweet Laree. 
 
 Oh, I know the day will come; 
 Oh, I know the time must be. 
 When my lover rides from heaven, 
 
 Fair and free. 
 With me to ever wed, 
 For he lov'd me, fairies said, 
 In the ancient, ancient valley 
 
 Of Laree. 
 
 And they say he'll ride this way, 
 
 Sweet Laree, 
 And he'll see me on a day, 
 
 Sweet Laree; 
 And forever from that hour 
 His love is in my power. 
 For they say he lov'd alone, 
 
 Sweet Laree. 
 
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 'T^HERE once a rill ran to the sea, 
 
 Hilda hi is bonnie. 
 A child saw in a bubble's spray, 
 
 Hilda hi is bonnie. 
 The bubble's spray said to the babe, 
 
 "Hilda hi is bonnie, 
 If love is love, you'll wed one day, 
 
 Hilda hi is bonnie." 
 
 The ray produced a form of her, 
 
 Hilda hi is bonnie, 
 The deity transformed a flower, 
 
 Hilda hi is bonnie. 
 The beauty so enraptured him, 
 
 Hilda hi is bonnie. 
 To flee, he strove in heart and limb, 
 
 Hilda hi is bonnie. 
 
 And time o'ercame his struggles there, 
 
 Hilda hi is bonnie. 
 And he died, maddened with the fair, 
 
 Hilda hi is bonnie. 
 
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'T^HERE lived in heaven's spheres away, and 
 •■■ just above the sun, 
 A pretty Httle maid of coquetry, of coquetry ; 
 And to her bower in autumn all the leaves forever 
 
 run, 
 To the pretty little maiden's bower that's just above 
 
 the sun. 
 
 And she's flirting with the ocean, and she's flirting 
 
 with the sea. 
 And she's flirting all the lover's loves that come 
 
 that way to see, 
 The pretty little maiden that is just above the sun, 
 And to her bower in autumn all the leaves forever 
 
 run. 
 
 Now, I think I know a way to win the maiden's 
 
 heart, you see; 
 The maiden who is telling everybody she can spy ; 
 That she loves them, may be that and may be not, 
 
 you plainly see, 
 I'll win her heart by coquetry, the means she 
 
 teaches me. 
 
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THE EVER PURPLE SEA. 
 
 T ROAM and I roam in the ever lovely valley, 
 ■*■ I roam and I roam by the ever purple sea, 
 And I know a maiden there is watching, ever, ever 
 watching for me, 
 There, as I roam, near the ever purple sea. 
 
 And the rushing currents hurl about my ever forest 
 home, 
 And the waters rush upon the shore in ever spark- 
 ling glee. 
 And a songster carols in the woods, beneath the 
 starry dome, 
 As I roam, as I roam by the ever purple sea. 
 
 The autumn woods resound in the forest of the furies. 
 The skies looking down in their ever starry glare; 
 And I think if I could be surprised by my own 
 lovely lad5^ 
 I would roam, I would roam by the ever purple 
 sea. 
 
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m THE LAND OF SETTING SUN. 
 
 T LOVE a pretty maiden, 
 *• In the land of setting sun; 
 I love a pretty maiden, 
 
 In the land of setting sun, 
 And if time will come in future 
 
 And chances there I see, 
 I will win the pretty maiden, 
 
 I will win her heart away. 
 
 For I love, I love, 
 
 That everybody knows; 
 I love, I love. 
 
 And a lover I will be; 
 And if time will come in future, 
 
 And my chances there I see, 
 I will win the pretty maiden, 
 
 I will win her heart to me. 
 
 mm 
 
 I've lived alone and longer 
 
 Than the age of time can tell. 
 And I've loved no one I ever met 
 
 In forest or in dell. 
 And if time will come in future. 
 
 And my chances there I see, 
 I will win the pretty maiden, 
 
 I will win her heart away. 
 
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A TEASING LITTLE MINSTREL. 
 
 A TEASING little minstrel 
 
 •^^ Sat near a love one day, 
 
 And the teasing little minstrel 
 
 There to the love did saj^: 
 
 Let us roam away, away, 
 And return no more, maybe, 
 
 For I think I love j^ou dearer 
 Than the bubbles on the sea. 
 
 And the love sat weeping, weeping, 
 Weeping by the hours that passed; 
 
 And the minstrel plaj^ed in music 
 Each thought she felt. At last 
 
 The minstrel whispered, "Sweetheart, 
 
 Hearken unto me; 
 I love you ever, ever more 
 
 Than the bubbles on the sea." 
 
 And time went on, and fairest love 
 
 Grew older, older far, 
 And the minstrel lived near her still 
 
 In his ever plea to her. 
 
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And one morning in the dewdrops 
 
 The love stole quite away, 
 And left the helpless minstrel 
 
 Upon that ancient day. 
 
 And ages came and ages went, 
 
 In time of yore, of old, 
 And time went on in spheres of light. 
 
 And spheres of purest gold. 
 
 One day a mountain signaled, 
 
 And signaled to the sea, 
 And said, "Give up my minstrel, 
 
 My minstrel up to me." 
 
 And the goddess laughed right merrily, 
 
 And to the mountain said. 
 She loved more dear the minstrel 
 
 Than all the wealth she had. 
 
 And the mountain thundered in eclipse 
 
 And sank beneath the sea, 
 And the sea fell dead there in his grasp, 
 
 For the ancient love was he. 
 
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 All hemmed in by circuits of gold, 
 And the sea was so lovely 
 That every deity 
 Came from far and near 
 To visit in the sea. 
 
 Oh, the sea! oh, the sea! 
 
 How the pretty waters roar. 
 Oh, the sea! oh, the sea! 
 And the ever golden shore. 
 
 Once T saw a drop of water in the sea, 
 
 And I saw a goddess there in the sea, 
 
 And I said to her, "Oh, hear me! 
 
 If love is, thou art near me." 
 
 And the goddess kissed her hand to me, 
 
 Forever in the sea. 
 
 Oh, the sea! oh, the sea! 
 
 How the pretty waters roar. 
 
 Oh, the sea! oh, the sea! 
 And the ever golden shore. 
 
 A lime came and I was the lea. 
 And my goddess drop of water was the sea; 
 I was the rim of gold about her waist untold, 
 And iny goddess was the goddess of the sea. 
 Oh, the sea! oh, the sea! 
 
 How the pretty waters roar. 
 Oh, the sea! oh, the sea! 
 And the ever golden shore. 
 
HE SONG OF THE GOLDEN SEA. 
 
 TTIS head lay on her bosom, 
 
 ■*■ -*• And his finger touched the lyre ; 
 
 Within the sea, the lovely sea of gold; 
 And he whispered softly, "Sweetheart, 
 I have met in spheres afar 
 
 A goddess of the silver of the mould." 
 
 And the rills ran by her bower. 
 And the forest kissed her brow; 
 
 And the heavens softly whispered in each breeze; 
 And all nature ceased to move, 
 And the ocean looked on her. 
 
 And the love-god stole toward tis from the trees. 
 
 And he swooned upon her bosom, 
 And the goddess angry grew; 
 
 And her love-god hissed and hurled a dart at him; 
 But the goddess saw his beauty. 
 As his brow turned upward now; 
 
 And the goddess knelt there softly over him. 
 
 And the rills ran by her bower, 
 And the forest kissed her brow ; 
 
 And the heavens softly whispered in each breeze; 
 And all nature ceased to move; 
 And the ocean looked on her; 
 
 And the love-god stole toward them from the trees. 
 
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And the goddess touched his curls 
 With her fingers trembUng; 
 
 Then pressed her hands now softly on their folds ; 
 And the goddess sobs in anguish; 
 And the goddess kisses him, 
 
 Within the sea — the ever sea of gold. 
 
 And the rills ran by her bower; 
 And the forest kissed her brow; 
 
 And the heavens softly whispered in each breeze; 
 And all nature ceased to move; 
 And the ocean looked on her; 
 
 And the love-god stole toward them from the trees. 
 
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A RIVER ran in a fairy sphere, 
 
 And a knight rode there in the ancient day, 
 And the knight, aweary, reposes there. 
 Since that vast hour in eternity. 
 
 For the water he drank intoxicates, 
 And left the knight in skimbers there, 
 
 And about his neck a goddess waits 
 In hope of love beyond compare. 
 
 For the water he drank was her energies. 
 And the draught of her love there mastered him, 
 
 And left him in sleep for eternities, 
 With the goddess watching over him. 
 
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THE MAID OF GALILEE. 
 
 'TpHERE was once in ancient Galilee, they say, 
 A fairy that believed that the ocean of the sky, 
 
 Was her jest returning ever, 
 
 Returning from on high; 
 Returning to the fairy, so they say. 
 
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 And this maid of ancient Galilee, they tell, 
 Believed a songster singing to her soul, 
 That the sunlight of the skies 
 Was reflections from her eyes, 
 Returning to the fairy, so they tell. 
 
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A LILY-LEE-LEE. 
 
 LILY-LEE-LEE lived in a tree, 
 And sang in the evening that lily-lee-lees do; 
 And the lily-lee-lee heard of a sea, 
 
 And away to the ocean the lily-lee-lee flew. 
 
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 And the evening came to the mate in the bower, 
 And no tidings of her sweet lover came there; 
 
 And the mate followed on, and she scarcely knew how, 
 To the ocean, the ocean, in her love's despair. 
 
 And the lily-lee-lee cried out to the ocean : 
 "Oh, enemy, tell me if love is here dead! 
 
 Oh, why is this silence of all but commotion? 
 My lily-lee-lee love to the ocean has fled." 
 
 And the ocean, in roars that shook down the trees, 
 Replied, " Pretty deity, speak not of him; 
 
 He came to the ocean my goddess to please. 
 
 And I love more than love's light the fair sight of 
 him." 
 
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A KNIGHT OF THE SEA. 
 
 A KNIGHT of the sea, huzzah! huzzah! 
 Huzzah for a knight of the sea! 
 And the gauntlet bare for each maiden fair. 
 Who lays claim to her own beauty. 
 
 For we are the gods of the ocean old, 
 Our goddess's beauty's only form, 
 
 And she appears by night or day, 
 
 In the tempest's rush, in the ocean storm. 
 
 Her chariot's drawn by peacocks ten; 
 
 Her sword is sheathed, and we're her men 
 Huzzah! huzzah! huzzah! htizzah! 
 
 Huzzah for the knight of the sea! 
 
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A KNIGHT, in a fairy realm of law, 
 
 Rode on, and on, and on in the sea; 
 And time rode on with the fairy knight, 
 And time was a god of deity. 
 
 And the knight moved his wings of spiral form, 
 
 And time caused eternity to glow 
 With every color ever known, 
 
 As he changed his wings that folded so. 
 
 His wings of gauze, on shoulders there, 
 
 An insect wing6d deity he, 
 And in folding these he changed afar, 
 
 The lights of time and eternity. 
 
 Their color and light was suddenly 
 
 A color red, or white, or blue. 
 Or black as ink, or any shade 
 
 That ever lovely color knew. 
 
 And they rode, and they rode to the sea's border. 
 
 And time said to the knight of old : 
 ' The land is near, array, array, 
 Arrav, arrav for the battle bold." 
 
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And time rode away, and the knight rode on, 
 
 And on and on, beyond the lea, 
 For time had changed the land, they say. 
 
 And the land was now a raging sea. 
 
 And the knight rode on and on anew. 
 
 And on and on, forever bold; 
 And time appeared, and the knightly two 
 
 Changed time and space to a sea of gold. 
 
 And time then rode away again. 
 
 And said to the knight of the ancient sea: 
 'Change time and space to time again, 
 And color all right crj'^stally." 
 
 And the knight rode on in the sea of gold. 
 
 And found the ever golden sea 
 More lovely than time's words to him, 
 
 And there he dwelt in eternity. 
 
 And time rode in vipon a day, 
 
 And said to the knight, "Why, here are you?' 
 And the knight rode out again with him 
 
 To a crj'stal bower in a drop of dew. 
 
 And the goddess there said, " I love you 
 More dear than love was ever known, 
 
 And then you fail to come to me, 
 And chose instead a golden throne." 
 
 And the knight rode away to eternity. 
 
 And the goddess lived forever so; 
 And in time the knight rode there again, 
 
 To hear the afoddess murmur "No." 
 
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MY QUEEN. 
 
 'HEN ages were green, not brown, 
 There lived in a forest, not town, 
 A lover serene. 
 Who made love to a queen. 
 And the answer she gave was a frown. 
 
 The queen said to him," You must go, 
 I love not yoti, that I know; 
 
 I love no one. 
 
 And my love will go on 
 In search of a lover or foe." 
 
 The lover arose and moved on, 
 And on, and on, woe begone, 
 Till a tiger he met. 
 And he fought to defeat, 
 The god of the underwood wand. 
 
 There rushed from the forest away, 
 A lion, who plunged in his way, 
 And the lion's roar 
 Brought a god to the shore 
 Of a lake that before them lay. 
 
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The god signaled, "On, lion, on!" 
 And the lion lay low in a moan 
 
 Of hate imcompared. 
 
 To do battle he dared. 
 But he fell in the duel as a stone. 
 
 The god signaled on, " Enemj', 
 
 For I'll tear you to death in my way!" 
 
 And the god and the man 
 
 Soon lay dead on the plain, 
 With the sun shining down on that day. 
 
 And on time went on serene, 
 In time was the tiger divine, 
 
 And the man was a god, 
 
 Who winged o'er the sod, 
 And the lion was joy's fairy queen 
 
 And on through time moved the three, 
 Until time made the tiger a tree, 
 
 And the man who was a power 
 
 Of the time of the hour, 
 And the lion was god of the sea. 
 
 Time moved forever away, 
 And in time, in a future day, 
 
 The three were one, 
 
 And the god was a fawn. 
 And the goddess, a songster, they say. 
 
 And on went time evermore, 
 
 And the three lit serene on a shore, 
 
 Where the god was the land, 
 
 That forever they scanned. 
 And the goddess, the deep ocean's roar. 
 
In time and time, far away, 
 All flew as a gull o'er the sea; 
 There mating, they say, 
 In their own lovely way, 
 With a gull of eternity. 
 
 And so all moved in time, 
 
 In forms most serene and divine, 
 
 Until, they tell. 
 
 That the goddess — oh, well, 
 They say, fell in love with me! 
 
 
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LOVE OF HOPE. 
 
 DOWN where the jessamine grows, 
 In a valley deep, deep in the zone, 
 Where the fountains from heaven above 
 Poitr in on a tropic, alone. 
 
 Alone in those vallej's I roam, 
 
 In the night of intensity, 
 Where no human dared to appear 
 
 When the gods of the night were set free. 
 
 But my mind was mad, so I thought, 
 And I chose through the forest a path, 
 
 Deciding to meet any god 
 
 Who opposed in the course of my wrath. 
 
 For I left just behind in the lea, 
 A goddess of hope, who did say: 
 
 " You speak of a goddess of love. 
 Depart to the goddess away." 
 
 And her beauty had charmed me mad. 
 
 Her voice filled my mad mind with chimes; 
 
 Her splendor was more than a world. 
 
 And her person more loved than all rhymes 
 
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Ever penned by the god or by man, 
 And her power was not coquetry ; 
 
 She seemed to enchant without aim. 
 
 And to hold thought in swoons of sublimity. 
 
 I moved on through a tiny dell, 
 Where hair-ferns grew upon crags, 
 
 And the beauty was heaven's hell, 
 To me, all that I saw was but dregs. 
 
 And stealing among these sweet domes 
 
 Of tiniest beauties, I saw 
 A serpent god moved from my path, 
 
 And a boa appeared in the awe. 
 
 In the silence of night, where I trod. 
 And signaled the forces for power, 
 
 And the fury plunged there on my arms, 
 That as boas appeared on that hour. 
 
 In the morning, they tell me, I lay 
 
 In the coils of the boa supreme; 
 My arms there in death had destroyed 
 
 The god of the jungle's fair queen. 
 
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THE OUEEN OF MERRYBOLEE. 
 
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 A WAY in the fields of the ancient sky, 
 "^ Of light produced from eternity, 
 Of the ever moonlight silv'ry sea. 
 And known as the hills of Merrybolee. 
 A knight rode there, and the knight was me, 
 In fields where temperature was high. 
 And the gods rode in from the azure sky, 
 And told a tale that, far away, 
 A fairy lived, more light than day ; 
 My goddess wept, and I rode away, 
 And I rode to the hills of Merrybolee. 
 The fairy queen stood upon a rill, 
 That ran down from a nut-brown hill. 
 A diamond gleamed, she standing there, 
 With gold and silver colored hair. 
 And the knight in the valley far away. 
 Rode round in maddened knight array ; 
 And he challenged all, and he challenged me. 
 To fight on the hills of Merrybolee. 
 
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My splendid corsair snififed the air, 
 
 In a plunge of hate beyond compare; 
 
 My sword was drawn, and I offered free, 
 
 To fight in the vales of Merrybolee. 
 
 And the fairy spoke, and she spoke to me, 
 
 The fairy said, "My knights are fair; 
 
 My heaven here's beyond compare; 
 
 Why rides a knight thus merrily, 
 
 To war with knight or war with me?" 
 
 She called to the knight in the valley there 
 
 To sheath his blade, and in despair. 
 
 He gazed at her and gazed at ine. 
 
 Then plunged from the hills of Merrj^bolee. 
 
 I spurred my steed and I followed on, 
 
 In a dash that shook the solar sun. 
 
 And I cut him down on the ancient wall. 
 
 That hides the day from the night's black pall; 
 
 And I followed him on to eternity, 
 
 And I raised him up in carrion there, 
 
 And I bore him down in my hate's despair, 
 
 In love of my queen right royally, 
 
 Who caused to weep, I rode to see, 
 
 The fairy queen of Merrybolee. 
 
 Lid a 
 
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THE BURIAL BENEATH THE SUN. 
 
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 OUT in the green where the waters were, 
 And the emerald skies looked down in the glow 
 Of the ever purple water flow, 
 A fairy knight to a hamlet went. 
 Away in the southern firmament. 
 He rode away in the lashing sea 
 Of the south, and the ocean merrily 
 Rode on with him to the Alcala, 
 Where a knight lived there in perfidy, 
 Who dared to live, so the fairies say. 
 And the ocean gods rode on in glee, 
 And the knight rode on right merrily 
 To the Alcala, that lay away 
 To the south in the lashing emerald sea. 
 And the knight was green as green could be; 
 A serpent god of the ocean he, 
 Who rode that morn in the purple spray 
 Of the ocean lashing far away 
 To the south, and in defense of the 
 Fair sea's goddess, Auroralee. 
 The southern knight was fierce and bold; 
 He to all he met his valor told, 
 But a coward he proved upon that day 
 In a dash in the southern Alcala, 
 Where he fell beneath the green knight's sway. 
 And the oceans of the Alcala 
 Surrounded him. and they bore him on 
 To his burial beneath the sun. 
 
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THE FAIRY HILL. 
 
 A LITTLE hill, one morning, sat 
 And gazed away, as hills do that, 
 And seemed to be as happy so 
 As hills can be that never grow. 
 Or play, or hear their marms sing. 
 Without a nurse, and not a wing. 
 Have little hills just not a thing 
 Of any kind have hills, they say. 
 And down upon the little hill, 
 A pretty songster lit and sang. 
 And in her notes that gayly rang 
 In music everywhere, she said: 
 " This lovely sky, this lovely lea, 
 This lovely heaven, come to me, 
 And 1 will make you ever wed 
 This little hill," the songster said. 
 
 And as the skies poured in upon 
 
 The little hill, and ever on, 
 
 In shrieks of joy each goddess wept, 
 
 In smiles of hope each dewdrop slept, 
 
 In tears of love each love god spied, 
 
 Within the hill, a god of pride. 
 
 A god so pretty and so small, 
 
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That gods, and deities, and all 
 
 Loved him more than the rays that fall, 
 
 Or beams that sparkle in the lea, 
 
 Or clouds that range above the sea, 
 
 As fair Aurora bid them all 
 
 Adieu, before she leaves the wall 
 
 Of time where she stood sentinel. 
 
 The little hill now sat below, 
 The heavens there in night aglow, 
 With darkness that so black did throw 
 A light of night about; and oh! 
 How lovely, lovely was the scene. 
 When on in moonlight came the queen 
 Of fairy-land, who rules, they say. 
 The night of stars, these knights away, 
 Knight-errant to return by day. 
 To her sweet bower in dark unseen. 
 To kneel in love before their queen. 
 
 Thus in the dark night's ride away. 
 
 In firmament unseen by day, 
 
 And seen by night, each knight array, 
 
 A field of splendid deity ; 
 
 Each central knight a jewel serene. 
 
 That rides to kneel before his queen, 
 
 Or moves into the realms untold. 
 
 To meet the gods most fierce and bold, 
 
 Who claims to say, and dares to hold. 
 
 That their fair queen of purest gold, 
 
 Or reddest jewel that e'er was seen, 
 
 Is rarer than our fairy queen. 
 
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Thus in the wars, the stars alone 
 Observed by night in flaming zone 
 Of sparkles hurled upon the throne 
 Of our loved moon ; the moon alone 
 Receives their glances, so they say, 
 As on knights ride to meet the day, 
 And there before Aurora's sway, 
 The moon and knights each fade away. 
 The little hill beneath the sphere 
 Of splendor, ancient, and most dear 
 To heaven and to all untold, 
 Of gods of silver, lead and gold, 
 Looked on, and to the bird did say: 
 "Sing on, ye minstrel of day, 
 I love the night; away, away." 
 
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A WAY, away, away, 
 "^ In the tingle-langle-lee, 
 Where the heavens 
 Fire their arrows 
 At the ever golden sea. 
 In the tingle-langle-lee 
 Of the arrows as they fall, 
 Among our valiant knights, 
 In the ocean, one and all. 
 There I've fought in desperation 
 In the tingle-langle-lee, 
 And I've dodged a sea of arrows, 
 Singing tingle-langle-lee. 
 As I rush in zig-zag run 
 At the goddess of the sun, 
 In attempt to kill her nobles, 
 Singing tingle-langle-lee. 
 
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HI, HI, HA, I LOVE YOU. 
 
 A JUNIPER berry sang to a rose, 
 Hi, hi, ha, I love you; 
 And the rose latighed, wittily answering, 
 I do not know why a berry should sing, 
 
 Hi, hi, ha, I love you. 
 And the berry grew fast and fell to the dust, 
 
 Hi, hi, ha, I love you; 
 And the rose descended to clay away. 
 And the rose and the berry met on the way. 
 
 Hi, hi, ha, I love you. 
 
 And the berry was grand and fair as the sun, 
 
 Hi, hi, ha, I love yovi; 
 And the rose was a maiden and woe begone, 
 For she found that the berry was god of the zone, 
 
 Hi, hi, ha, I love you. 
 And the berry said, "Maiden, where gcest thou?" 
 
 Hi, hi, ha, I love you; 
 And the rose sank down at the feet of the zone. 
 And begged that the god love her alone, 
 
 Hi, hi, ha, I love you. 
 
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And the zone said, "Sweetheart, you are fair," 
 
 Hi, hi, ha, I love you; 
 " But beauty to virtue doth not compare, 
 And I love only you, and that I swear," 
 
 Hi, hi, ha, I love you. 
 And the simple rose knelt by the god, 
 
 Hi, hi, ha, I love you; 
 And the god laughed well, and laughed right on, 
 And said, "Child, a berry's the mate of the sun," 
 
 Hi, hi, ha, I love vou. 
 
 And the maid saw the god now through her tears, 
 
 Hi, hi, ha, I love you; 
 And she saw that the god a planet appears, 
 And that she was a dewdrop in his spheres, 
 
 Hi, hi, ha, I love you. 
 
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 WHO lives in a realm 
 Where the sun shines down 
 And lives in a realm 
 Of sanity, of hope serene, 
 And hate to frown, 
 And love most sweet, 
 Of coquetry. 
 If such man be, 
 Let him tell me 
 Where hate is first ; 
 Next hope I see. 
 And last of all, 
 Love, show her me; 
 For hate has stood 
 At the gates of fate, 
 Forever in time, 
 And there will wait, 
 Until every coward 
 Falls at her hand. 
 Who breathes in time 
 In any land. 
 And hope alone hopes 
 That hate will Avin, 
 And love loves only 
 Perfect men. 
 
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