THE WEATHER SPRITES. Last Night. T he Weather Sprites in slumber lie, 'Tis plain as plain can be, For clouds have hidden all the sky-- A mist is on the sea, They laid the brooms of wind away Before the day was done, And left a curtain, dull and grey, To hide the setting sun. 'Wake, Weather Sprites! oh, wake again! You slumber all too soon, And, look you, drawn by imps of rain A ring is round the moon. With all your might rub out the ring, Mop all this rain away, For such a night can only bring An even duller day.' This Morning.