The Fairy Of The Fountains
HY did she love her mother's so
It hath wrought her wondrous wo
Once she saw an armed
In the pale sepulchral light;
HY did she love her mother's so
It hath wrought her wondrous wo
Once she saw an armed
In the pale sepulchral light;
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,
I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there,
Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky,
Whirling fantastic in the misty air,
Contending fierce for space supremacy
For Helen, in the virgin shadows and the impassive radiance in astral silence, ornamental saps conspired
Summer's ardour was confided to silent birds and due indolence to a priceless mourning boat through gulfs of dead loves and fallen perfum...
I Immortal Imogen, crown'd queen above The lilies of thy sex, vouchsafe to hear A fairy dream in honor of true love— True above ills, and frailty, and all fear,— Perchance a shadow of his own career Whose youth was darkly prison'd and long-twined ...
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
Now folds the Tree of Day its perfect flowers,
And every bloom becomes a bud again,
Shut and sealed up against the golden
Of bees that hover in the velvet hours…
Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry
On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily:
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy queen
A little fairy comes at night,
Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown’with silver spots upon her wings,
And from the moon she flutters down
She has a little silver wand,
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound
Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in sultry fields around, Chary, chary, chary, chee-ee
— Only the grasshopper and the bee
— 'Tip-tap, rip-rap, Tick-a-tack...