And all are gay,—from the tricksome Fay
Who flutters in woodlands far away,
To the best-beloved attendant Elf,
And the royal heart of the King himself,
Who rules in bright Canary;
And the laboring Fairies are blithe and merry,
Who press the juice from the swollen berry
That reddens the vines of sweet Canary.
6.
What if there be a fated day