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"What are those two beautiful and industrious beings," I can imagine him murmuring to himself, "whom I see everywhere, serving me I know not why? What fairy godmother bade them come trotting out of elfland when I was born? What god of the borderland, what barbaric god of legs, must I propitiate with fire and wine, lest they run away with me?"
Soon they heard a little call, suggesting elfland trumpets, in a distant part of the wood. It was repeated three or four times; each time fainter and farther. They saw and heard no more of her that day. "She's an odd child and as pretty as a spotted fawn, and about as wild," said Abe. "She's a kind of a first cousin to the bobolink."
"So be it," said the King, "but long will you lament the day. It is easier to go than to return. However, I'm not saying that some day you may not come back to me, for I like you well." The King gave Shamus the magic goblet and ordered that he be borne from Elfland, and Shamus returned to the world.
Of this realization of a great city itself as something wild and obvious the detective story is certainly the 'Iliad. No one can have failed to notice that in these stories the hero or the investigator crosses London with something of the loneliness and liberty of a prince in a tale of elfland, that in the course of that incalculable journey the casual omnibus assumes the primal colours of a fairy ship.
"Oh, madam!" in infinite relief, "it is you. I thought I thought I was in elfland and that they were paying me for the tithe to hell;" and he still shuddered all over. "No elf no elf, dear boy; a christened boy God's child, and under His care;" and she began the 121st Psalm. "Oh, but I am not under His shadow! The Evil One has had me again! He will have me. Aren't those his claws?
Hayne need only persevere in self-culture to be able to produce poems that shall win for him a national reputation. Fairy Dreams; or Wanderings in Elfland. Boston: J.E. Tilton & Co. 1859. This is a pretty book for children, written with no little feeling and fancy, and in a graceful style.
'This, said the lady, 'this is the fair road to Elfland, and along its beauteous way must thou and I ride this very night. But speak thou to none, Thomas, when thou comest to Elfland. Though strange the sights you see, the sounds you hear, speak thou to none, for never mortal returns to his own country does he speak one word in the land of Elfs.
Yon downward and well-worn way leads sinful souls to the place of everlasting punishment. The third road, by yonder dark brake, conducts to the milder place of pain, from which prayer and mass may release offenders. But see you yet a fourth road, sweeping along the plain to yonder splendid castle? Yonder is the road to Elfland, to which we are now bound.
Listen, and I will tell you how Thomas of Ercildoune came to visit Elfland. It was one beautiful May morning that Thomas felt something stirring in his heart. Spring had come, spring was calling to him. He could stay no longer in the grim tower on the banks of the Leader.
A little to the northeast showed a few light curls of smoke, such as might be made by picket fires. They fancied, too, that they heard, from behind the screen of hills, faint bugle-calls, bugle answering bugle, like the cocks at morn. If it were so, they were thin and far away, "horns of elfland." Evidently the three brigades must restrain their impatience for an hour or two.
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