" XI "The weather is warm, my own sweet boy, And the nights are close and stifling; And for fearing of Spirits, you cowardly Elf Have you quite forgot you're a Spirit yourself? Come, come, I see you are trifling.

* 81 elf en cir' cled jerk hur' ri cane rein'deer min' i a ture tar' nished A VISIT FROM ST