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Down-Adown-Derry
A Book of Fairy Poems
Down-Adown-Derry
A Book of Fairy Poems
Down-Adown-Derry
A Book of Fairy Poems
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    Down-Adown-Derry A Book of Fairy Poems - Dorothy Pulis Lathrop

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    Title: Down-Adown-Derry

    A Book of Fairy Poems

    Author: Walter De La Mare

    Illustrator: Dorothy P. Lathrop

    Release Date: April 22, 2010 [EBook #32091]

    Language: English

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    DOWN-ADOWN-DERRY

    DOWN-ADOWN-DERRY

    A Book of Fairy Poems by

    WALTER DE LA MARE

    with Illustrations by

    DOROTHY P. LATHROP

    NEW YORK

    HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY


    COPYRIGHT, 1922,

    BY

    HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY

    PRINTED IN U. S. A.


    CONTENTS


    FAIRIES


    THE FAIRIES DANCING

    I heard along the early hills,

    Ere yet the lark was risen up,

    Ere yet the dawn with firelight fills

    The night-dew of the bramble-cup,—

    I heard the fairies in a ring

    Sing as they tripped a lilting round

    Soft as the moon on wavering wing.

    The starlight shook as if with sound,

    As if with echoing, and the stars

    Prankt their bright eyes with trembling gleams

    While red with war the gusty Mars

    Rained upon earth his ruddy beams.

    He shone alone, low down the West,

    While I, behind a hawthorn-bush,

    Watched on the fairies flaxen-tressed

    The fires of the morning flush.

    Till, as a mist, their beauty died,

    Their singing shrill and fainter grew;

    And daylight tremulous and wide

    Flooded the moorland through and through;

    Till Urdon's copper weathercock

    Was reared in golden flame afar,

    And dim from moonlit dreams awoke

    The towers and groves of Arroar.

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    DREAM-SONG

    Sunlight, moonlight,

    Twilight, starlight—

    Gloaming at the close of day,

    And an owl calling,

    Cool dews falling

    In a wood of oak and may.

    Lantern-light, taper-light,

    Torchlight, no-light:

    Darkness at the shut of day,

    And lions roaring,

    Their wrath pouring

    In wild waste places far away.

    Elf-light, bat-light,

    Touchwood-light and toad-light,

    And the sea a shimmering gloom of grey,

    And a small face smiling

    In a dream's beguiling

    In a world of wonders far away.

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    A-TISHOO

    "Sneeze, Pretty, sneeze, Dainty,

    Else the Elves will have you sure,

    Sneeze, Light-of-Seven-Bright-Candles,

    See they're tippeting at the door;

    Their wee feet in measure falling,

    All their little voices calling,

    Calling, calling, calling, calling—

    Sneeze, or never come no more!"

    A-tishoo!

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    THE DOUBLE

    I curtseyed to the dovecote.

    I curtseyed to the well.

    I twirled me round and round about,

    The morning sweets to smell.

    When out I came from spinning so,

    Lo, betwixt green and blue

    Was the ghost of me—a Fairy Child—

    A-dancing—dancing, too.

    Nought was of her wearing

    That is the earth's array.

    Her thistledown feet beat airy fleet

    Yet set no blade astray.

    The gossamer shining dews of June

    Showed grey against the green;

    Yet never so much as a bird-claw print

    Of footfall to be seen.

    Fading in the mounting sun

    That image soon did pine.

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