And as the lines of carc that were written there, A spirit might read and wail : Bat his sky-tinctur'd
... that flies with his soul in hi« eyes, Wide waving a faulchion of steel ? But the flush on her cheek, ere a word she could speak, A nursling babe might tell. 'Tvvas an urchin sprite, in the guise of her knight, 'Twas wile of the elfin king ; And the vision ...