Chapter 25 No.25

'Wake, the seely gnomes do fly,

Drenched across yon rainy sky,

With the vex'd moon-mother'd elves,

And the clouds do weep themselves

Into morning.

All night long

Hath thy weird thee sore opprest;

Wake, I have found within my breast

Counsel.' Ah, the weird was strong,

But the time is told. Release

Openeth on him when hi