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112 Around my head for ever I hear small voices speak In tongues I cannot follow, I know not what they seek.

I raise my hands to find them When autumn winds go by, And see between my fingers A broken smnmer fly.

I raise my hands to hold them When winter days are near, And clasp a falling snowflake That breaks into a tear.

And ever follows laughter That echoes through my heart. From some delights forgotten Where once I had a part

What love comes, half-remembered. In half-forgotten bliss? Who lay upon my bosom, And had no human kiss?

Where is the land I loved in? What music did I sing That left my ears enchanted Inside the fairy ring?

I see my neighbours shudder, And whisper as I pass: “Three nights the fairies stole him; He trod on sleeping grass.”