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MY home and haunt are in every leaf,
Whose life is a summer day, bright and brief,--I live in the depths of the tulip's bower,

Maiden-poet, come with
To the heaped up cairn of Maeve,
And there we'll dance a fairy
Upon a fairy's grave

We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us