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, when seated at the play, And sonorous music lights the stage, I see the frail hand of a Fay With magic dawn illume the rage Of the dark sky. Oft at the play

A being made of gauze and fire Casts to the earth a Demon great. And my heart, whence all hopes expire, Is like a stage where I await, In vain, the Fay with wings of fire!