Who would hear the fairy horn Calling all the hounds of Finn Must be in a lark`s nest born When the moon is very thin. I who have the gift can hear Hounds and horn and tally ho, And the tongue of Bran as clear As Christmas bells across the snow. And beside my secret place Hurries by the fairy fox, With the moonrise on his face, Up and down the mossy rocks. Then the music of a horn And the flash of scarlet men, Thick as poppies in the corn All across the dusky glen. Oh! the mad delight of chase! Oh ! the shouting and the cheer ! Many an owl doth leave his place In the dusty tree to hear.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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