To My Fairy Fancies

AY, no longer I may hold you,

In my spirit's soft caresses,

Nor like lotus-leaves enfold you In the tangles of my tresses.

Fairy fancies, fly away To the white cloud-wildernesses,

Fly away!

Nay, no longer ye may linger With your laughter-lighted faces,

Now I am a thought-worn singer In life's high and lonely places.

Fairy fancies, fly away,

To bright wind-inwoven spaces,

Fly away!

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