Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard by James Henry Leigh Hunt
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen, be your apples. When to bed the world are bobbing, Then's the time for orchard-robbing;
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"We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,..."
"Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard" by James Henry Leigh Hunt is a love english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic,...", this piece explores themes of love through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. James Henry Leigh Hunt's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.