Faery Songs
I.
Shed
no
tear!
oh,
shed
no
tear!
The
flower
will
bloom
another
year.
Weep
no
more!
oh,
weep
no
more!
Young
buds
sleep
in
the
root's
white
core.
Dry
your
eyes!
oh,
dry
your
eyes!
For
I
was
taught
in
Paradise
To
ease
my
breast
of
melodies,--
Shed
no
tear.
Overhead!
look
overhead!
'Mong
the
blossoms
white
and
red--
Look
up,
look
up!
I
flutter
now
On
this
fresh
pomegranate
bough.
See
me!
'tis
this
silvery
bill
Ever
cures
the
good
man's
ill.
Shed
no
tear!
oh,
shed
no
tear!
The
flower
will
bloom
another
year.
Adieu,
adieu
--
I
fly
--
adieu!
I
vanish
in
the
heaven’s
blue,--
Adieu,
adieu!
II.
Ah!
woe
is
me!
poor
silver-wing!
That
I
must
chant
thy
lady's
dirge,
And
death
to
this
fair
haunt
of
spring,
Of
melody,
and
streams
of
flowery
verge,--
Poor
silver-wing!
ah!
woe
is
me!
That
I
must
see
These
blossoms
snow
upon
thy
lady's
pall!
Go,
pretty
page!
and
in
her
ear
Whisper
that
the
hour
is
near!
Softly
tell
her
not
to
fear
Such
calm
favonian
burial!
Go,
pretty
page!
and
soothly
tell,--
The
blossoms
hang
by
a
melting
spell,
And
fall
they
must,
ere
a
star
wink
thrice
Upon
her
closed
eyes,
That
now
in
vain
are
weeping
their
last
tears,
At
sweet
life
leaving,
and
these
arbours
green,--
Rich
dowry
from
the
Spirit
of
the
Spheres,
Alas!
poor
Queen!
