In oldë dayës of the king Arthoúr, Of which that Britons speakë great honoúr, All was this land full fill’d of faërie; 2019 The Elf-queen, with her jolly company, Danced full oft in many a green mead. This was the old opinion, as I read; I speak of many hundred years ago; But now can no man see none elvës mo’, For now the great charitý and prayéres Of limitours, 2020 and other holy freres, That search every land and ev’ry stream, As thick as motës in the sunnë-beam, Blessing halls, chambers, kitchenës, and bowers, Cities and burghës, castles high and towers, Thorpës 2021 and barnës, shepens 2022 and dairies, This makes that there be now no faëries: For there as
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