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Sir Walter Scott
An excerpt from The Lady of the Lake, canto fourth, XIII.
'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in Fairy-land
When fairy birds are singing,
When the court doth ride by their monarch's side,
With bit and bridle ringing:
And gaily shines the Fairy-land--
But all is glistening show,
Like the idle gleam that December's beam
Can dart on ice and snow.
And fiding, like that varied gleam,
Is our inconstant shape,
Who now like knight and lady seem,
And now like dwarf and ape.
It was between the night and day,
When the Fairy King has power,
That I sunk down in a sinful fray,
And, 'twixt life and death, was snatch'd away
To the joyless Elfin bower.
But wist I of a woman bold,
Who thrice my brow durst sign,
I might regain my mortal mould,
As fair a form as thine.
