The world to sleep?
Elizabeth Ramal
[325]. "Broome, Broome on Hill."
The story is of how a bright lady comes to keep her tryst with a knight-at-arms in the golden broom of Hive Hill. She finds him under a charm, an enchantment, asleep; and having left her ring on his finger for proof of her coming, she steals away. Presently after he awakes—her presence gone. To leave a quiet and happy room vacant at night is sometimes to have this experience, as it were, reversed. There comes a feeling that you being gone, gentler visitants may enter and share its solitude—while its earthly occupant sleeps overhead, and one by one the stars sink to their setting.
[326]. "The Changeling."
When larks gin sing
Away we fling,
And babes new-born steal as we go;
An elf instead
We leave in bed,