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 HEARD along the early hills,
 * Ere yet the lark was risen up,

Ere yet the dawn with firelight fills
 * The night-dew of the bramble-cup, —

I heard the fairies in a ring
 * Sing as they tripped a lilting round

Soft as the moon on wavering wing.
 * The starlight shook as if with sound,

As if with echoing, and the stars
 * Prankt their bright eyes with trembling gleams;

While red with war the gusty Mars
 * Rained upon earth his ruddy beams.

He shone alone, low down the West,
 * While I, behind a hawthorn-bush,

Watched on the fairies flaxen-tressed
 * The fires of the morning flush.

Till, as a mist, their beauty died,
 * Their singing shrill and fainter grew;

And daylight tremulous and wide
 * Flooded the moorland through and through;

Till Urdon's copper weathercock
 * Was reared in golden flame afar,

And dim from moonlit dreams awoke
 * The towers and groves of Arroar.