On mornings neath a dewy sky

On mornings neath a dewy sky
A jellied substance used to lie
Upon the short sward pasture grass
We paused & wondered what it was
Till shepherds told the reason why
That fallen stars had left the sky
We looked at night both near & far
But could not miss a single star
& thought — oer our own reason proud
That fairys dropt them from the clouds
A manna upon which they fed
& so we called it fairy bread
& thought that heaven would angry be
If we trod on the food — so we
If in our morning path it lay
Shunned fairys wrath & turned away
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