the lutin-steed.
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"The Lutins are abroad,
In thousand forms of might,
To mock the feeble faith of man;—
Ye shall not forth to-night!"
In thousand forms of might,
To mock the feeble faith of man;—
Ye shall not forth to-night!"
Out spake the eldest proudly,
And toss'd his cluster'd curls,—
"I go to meet my Jacqueline,
My blue-eyed girl of girls!"
And toss'd his cluster'd curls,—
"I go to meet my Jacqueline,
My blue-eyed girl of girls!"
Out spake the second loudly,
"Nor Lutin, elf, or fay,
Shall keep me from the beach to-night,
Where foams the flashing spray!"
"Nor Lutin, elf, or fay,
Shall keep me from the beach to-night,
Where foams the flashing spray!"
"And thou, my fair-hair'd darling!
My beautiful and bright!
Of stories fine, great store have I,
Thou wilt not forth to-night?"
My beautiful and bright!
Of stories fine, great store have I,
Thou wilt not forth to-night?"
"Nay, grandam!" lisp'd the loved one,
With playful, pleading look,
"Thy legends keep, till I come back,
With blossoms from the brook!"
With playful, pleading look,
"Thy legends keep, till I come back,
With blossoms from the brook!"
