VI.
Thence to the verge of ocean. Fairy elves,
A thousand strong, the toilsome task essayed;
While twice a thousand, perched on rocky shelves,
A wierd accomp’niment of laughter made
(Timed to their phantom forms that swung and swayed).
So sweet the sound, ’twould seem the winds, at rest
For once from warring, ’mong the treetops played:
Till, lo, the King, so close they round him prest,
Woke, and a struggling trio clasped upon his breast.