V.

All that saddens, and care and pain, Are banished far from that fair domain; There forever, by day and night, Is naught but pleasance and love’s delight; Daily, the Genii of the flowers Shade with beauty a hundred bowers; Nightly, the Gnomes of precious stones Emblazon and light a hundred thrones; And the Elves of the field, so swift and mute, Bring wine and honey and luscious fruit; And the Sylphs of the air, at noontide, cool The depths of each bower and vestibule; And all are gay,—from the tricksome Fay Who flutters in woodlands far away, To the best-beloved attendant Elf, And the royal heart of the king himself, Who rules in bright Canary; And the labouring Fairies are blithe and merry, Who press the juice from the swollen berry That reddens the vines of sweet Canary.