THE midnight hour was come–that solemn hour
When they, the forms divine, whose mystic lay
Breathes not to mortal ear, on earth have power
Till bright Astarte’s lingering fires decay:
Fairies and Genii, hovering o’er the earth,
Now downward bend their flight, and in the glen,
Or ruined tower, pursue their frolic mirth,
Joining in airy dance unseen of men:
Whilst others, far above the rest in place,
Kind guardian spirits of the human race,
Intent on good to man, forsake the sky,
And their bright forms disclose to many a gifted eye.
But each, and all of this a
(Janetta Philipps)
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