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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

Poems of Fancy: II. Fairies: Elves: Sprites

The Flitting of the Fairies

Jane Barlow (1857–1917)

From “The End of Elfintown”
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FOR this holds true—too true, alas!

The sky that eve was clear as glass,

Yet no man saw the Faeries pass

Where azure pathways glisten;

And true it is—too true, ay me—

That nevermore on lawn or lea

Shall mortal man a Faery see,

Though long he look and listen.

Only the twilit woods among

A wild-winged breeze hath sometimes flung

Dim echoes borne from strains soft sung

Beyond sky-reaches hollow;

Still further, fainter up the height,

Receding past the deep-zoned night—

Far chant of Fays who lead that flight,

Faint call of Fays who follow.