Was It Some Sweet Device Of Faery

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Title:     Was It Some Sweet Device Of Faery
Author: Charles Lamb [More Titles by Lamb]

(_Probably 1795. Text of 1818_)

Was it some sweet device of Faery
That mocked my steps with many a lonely glade,
And fancied wanderings with a fair-hair'd maid?
Have these things been? or what rare witchery,
Impregning with delights the charmed air,
Enlighted up the semblance of a smile
In those fine eyes? methought they spake the while
Soft soothing things, which might enforce despair
To drop the murdering knife, and let go by
His foul resolve. And does the lonely glade
Still court the foot-steps of the fair-hair'd maid?
Still in her locks the gales of summer sigh?
While I forlorn do wander reckless where,
And 'mid my wanderings meet no Anna there.

[The end]
Charles Lamb's poem: Was It Some Sweet Device Of Faery

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