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They say when folks are by the faeries charmed,
     No more with thought of love their bosom thrills,
No more by grief they may be hurt or harmed,
    Their mortal blood runs cold as mountain rills;
For Nature round their willing spirits weaves
    Such subtle influences of sky and earth,
That this close bond of kinship quite bereaves
    Their souls of the old bonds of human birth:
And as they dance through moonlight’s floating floes,
    Led by the faeries down some lonesome glen,
Oh! must they not with mere misgiving ache
    To feel once more the friendliness of men,
And their hearts’ hungry solitude to slake
    With home’s sweet cares, or sumptuous lovers’ woes.


MLA citation:

Lucilla. “A Sonnet,” illustrated by W.T. Horton. The Green Sheaf, No. 4, 1903, p. 8. Green Sheaf Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, Yellow Nineties 2.0, Toronto Metropolitan University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2022.