Awn.Other, in gossamer bowers, wonne underclod.
Elves.And each gnome held in hand a looking glass;
Wherein he keeked, and kissed oft the Moons face.
Awn.Are they a faery offspring, without sex,
Of the stars' rays.
Elves.They'd wings on their flit feet;
That seemed, in their oft shining, glancing drops
Of rain, which beat on bosom of the grass:
Wherein be some congealed as adamant.
We stooped to gaze (a neighbour tussock hidus,)