When she sees four azure wings
Light upon her claw-like hand;
When she lifts her head and sings.
You shall hear and understand.
You shall hear a bugle calling,
Wildly, over the dew-dashed down,
And a sound as of the falling
Ramparts of a conquered town.
You shall hear a sound like thunder,
And a veil shall be withdrawn,
When her eyes grow wide with wonder,
On that hill-top, in that dawn.
Alfred Noyes, “A Spell for a Fairy”