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by Thomas Moore In yonder valley there dwelt, alone, Ayouth, whose moments had calmly flown, ‘Till spells came o’er him, and, day and night, He was haunted and watch’d by a Mountain Sprite. As once, by moonlight, he wander’d o’er The Golden sands of that island shore; A foot-print sparkled before his sight- ‘Twas the fairy foot of the Mountain Sprit! Beside a fountain, one summer day, As bending over the stream he lay, There peeped down o’er him two eyes of light , And he saw in that mirror the Mountain Sprite. He turn’d, but, lo! like a startled bird, That sprite fled!- and the youth but heard Sweet music, such as marks the flight of some bird of song, from the Mountain Sprite. One night, still haunted by that bright look, The boy, bewildered, his pincil took; And guided only by memory’s light, Drew the once-seen from of the Mountain Sprite. “Oh, thou, who lovest, the shadow,” cried A voice, low whispering by his side, “Now turn and see”- Here the youth’s delight Seal’d the rosy lips of the Mountain Sprite. “Of all the sprites of land and sea,” Then rapt he murmur’d, “there’s non like thee; And oft, o oft, may thy foot thus light In this lonely bower, sweet Mountain Sprite |