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Hardly had the Raven flown away, when out from their habitations in the moss, the flowers, and the grass trooped a legion of fairies,–yes, right there before the old poet’s eyes appeared, as if by magic, a mighty troop of the dearest little fays in all the world.

Each of these fairies was about the height of a cambric needle. The lady fairies were, of course, not so tall as the gentleman fairies, but all were of quite as comely figure as you could expect to find even among real folk. They were quaintly dressed; the ladies wearing quilted silk gowns and broadbrim hats with tiny feathers in them, and the gentlemen wearing curious little knickerbockers, with silk coats, white hose, ruffled shirts, and dainty cocked hats.

“If the witchwife had not foretold it I should say that I dreamed,” thought the old poet. But he was not frightened. He had never harmed the fairies, therefore he feared no evil from them.

One of the fairies was taller than the rest, and she was much more richly attired. It was not her crown alone that showed her to be the queen. The others made obeisance to her as she passed through the midst of them from her home in the bunch of red clover. Four dainty pages preceded her, carrying a silver web which had been spun by a black-and-yellow garden spider of great renown. This silver web the four pages spread carefully over a violet leaf, and thereupon the queen sat down. And when she was seated the queen sang this little song:

“From the land of murk and mist
Fairy folk are coming
To the mead the dew has kissed,
And they dance where’er they list
To the cricket’s thrumming.

“Circling here and circling there,
Light as thought and free as air,
Hear them ciy, ‘Oho, oho,’
As they round the rosey go.

“Appleblossom, Summerdew,
Thistleblow, and Ganderfeather!
Join the airy fairy crew
Dancing on the swaid together!
Till the cock on yonder steeple
Gives all faery lusty warning,
Sing and dance, my little people,–
Dance and sing ‘Oho’ till morning!”

The four little fairies the queen called to must have been loitering. But now they came scampering up,–Ganderfeather behind the others, for he was a very fat and presumably a very lazy little fairy.

“The elves will be here presently,” said the queen, “and then, little folk, you shall dance to your heart’s content. Dance your prettiest to-night, for the good old poet is watching you.”

“Ah, little queen,” cried the old poet, “you see me, then? I thought to watch your revels unbeknown to you. But I meant you no disrespect,– indeed, I meant you none, for surely no one ever loved the little folk more than I.”

“We know you love us, good old poet,” said the little fairy queen, “and this night shall give you great joy and bring you into wondrous fame.”

These were words of which the old poet knew not the meaning; but we, who live these many years after he has fallen asleep,–we know the meaning of them.

Then, surely enough, the elves came trooping along. They lived in the further meadow, else they had come sooner. They were somewhat larger than the fairies, yet they were very tiny and very delicate creatures. The elf prince had long flaxen curls, and he was arrayed in a wonderful suit of damask web, at the manufacture of which seventy-seven silkworms had labored for seventy-seven days, receiving in payment therefor as many mulberry leaves as seven blue beetles could carry and stow in seven times seven sunny days. At his side the elf prince wore a sword made of the sting of a yellow-jacket, and the hilt of this sword was studded with the eyes of unhatched dragon-flies, these brighter and more precious than the most costly diamonds.