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 ARK! is that a horn I hear,
 * In cloudland winding sweet—

And bell-like clash of bridle-rein,
 * And silver-shod light feet?

Is it the elfin laughter
 * Of fairies riding faint and high,

Beneath the branches of the moon,
 * Straying through the starry sky?

Is it in the globed dew
 * Such sweet melodies may fall?

Wood and valley — all are still,
 * Hushed the shepherd's call.