ST
RY.
MY home and haunt are in every leaf,
Whose life is a summer day, bright and brief,--I live in the depths of the tulip's bower,
I wear a wreath of the cistus flower,
I drink the dew of the blue harebell,
I know the breath of the violet well,--The white and the azure violet;
But I know not which is the sweetest yet,--I have kiss'd the cheek of the rose;
I have watch'd the lily unclose,
My silver mine is the almond tree,
Who will come dwell with flower and me?
US OF
ES.
Dance we our round, 'tis a summer night,
And our steps are led by the glow-worms' light.
ND
RY.
My dwelling is in the
Of the rainbow's colour'd line,--See how its rose and amber
To the many hues of my radiant wings;
Mine is the step that bids the
Give to the iris flower its birth,
And mine the golden cup to hide,
Where the last faint hue of the rainbow died.
Search the depths of an Indian mine,
Where are the colours to match with mine?
US.
Dance we round, for the gale is
Songs the summer rose is singing.
RD
RY.
I float on the breath of a minstrel's lute,
Or the wandering sounds of a distant flute,
Linger I over the tones that
From the pink-vein'd chords of an ocean-shell;
I love the sky-lark's morning hymn,
Or the nightingale heard at the twilight dim,
The echo, the fountain's melody,--These, oh! these are the spells for me!
US.
Hail to the summer night of June;
See! yonder has risen our ladye moon.
TH
IT.
My palace is in the coral
Set with spars by the ocean wave;
Would ye have gems, then seek them there,--There found I the pearls that bind my hair.
I and the wind together can
Over the green waves and their white foam,--See,
I have got this silver shell,
Mark how my breath will its smallness swell,
For the Nautilus is my
In which I over the waters float,--The moon is shining over the sea,
Who is there will come sail with me?
US OF
ES.
Our noontide sleep is on leaf and flower,
Our revels are held in a moonlit hour,--What is there sweet, what is there fair,
And we are not the dwellers there?
Dance we round, for the morning light,
Will put us and our glow-worm lamps to flight!
