Elfland

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Portrait of Lord Dunsany Lord Dunsany,  The King of Elfland's Daughter (January 2, 2020 [EBook #61077] [Most recently updated May 13, 2022])

“ And whither Elfland went I cannot say, nor even whether it followed the curve of the Earth or drifted beyond our rocks out into twilight: there had been an enchantment near to our fields and now there was none: wherever it went it was far.
Then the Elf King ceased to chaunt and all was accomplished. As silently as, in a moment that none can determine, the long layers over the sunset turn from gold to pink, or from a glowing pink to a listless unlit colour, all Elfland left the edges of those fields by which its wonder had lurked for long ages of men, and was away now whither I know not.
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Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Lord Dunsany Lord Dunsany,  The King of Elfland's Daughter (January 2, 2020 [EBook #61077] [Most recently updated May 13, 2022])

“ But when Alveric with his sword was far to the North the Elf King loosened the grip with which he had withdrawn Elfland, as the Moon that withdraws the tide lets it flow back again, and Elfland came racing back as the tide over flat sands. With a long ribbon of twilight at its edge it floated back over the waste of rocks; with old songs it came, with old dreams, and with old voices. And in a while the frontier of twilight lay flashing and glimmering near the fields we know, like an endless Summer evening that lingered on out of the golden age. ”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Lord Dunsany Lord Dunsany,  The King of Elfland's Daughter (January 2, 2020 [EBook #61077] [Most recently updated May 13, 2022])

“ Like a tired horse falling dead our north-west wind dropped at the frontier; for no winds blow in Elfland that roam over the fields we know. And Lirazel slanted slowly onward and down, till her feet were back again on the magical soil of her home. She saw full fair the peaks of the Elfin Mountains, and dark underneath them the forest that guarded the Elf King's throne. Above this forest were glimmering even now great spires in the elfin morning, which glows with more sparkling splendour than do our most dewy dawns, and never passes away. ”
Source: Gutenberg

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