In ambush lies, where none may see,

And robs the caravan bumble-bee—

Gold bags of honey the bees must pay

To the bandit elf of the fairy way.

Another ouphen the butterflies know,

Who paints their wings with the hues that glow

On blossoms.—Squeezing from tubes of dew

Pansy colors of every hue

On his bloom's pied pallet, he paints the wings

Of the butterflies, moths, and other things.

This is the elf that the hollyhocks hear,

Who dangles a brilliant in each one's ear;

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Teases at noon the pane's green fly,

And lights at night the glow-worm's eye.

But the dearest elf, so the poets say,

Is the elf who hides in an eye of gray;

Who curls in a dimple and slips along

The strings of a lute to a lover's song;

Who smiles in her smile, and frowns in her frown,

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