THE FAIRIES' SONG. MERRY, merry elves we be, O'er the bright and bounding sea, Dancing merrily. We glide to the shore in our fairy bark, When the moon looks out on high, And the waves twinkle round us in many a spark, Like radiant melody. We dance to the sound of the calm cold billow, Ere it sleeps on the sand, ere it dies on its pillow. Merry, merry elves we be, Under the greenwood tree, Dancing merrily. And the moon through yon white and fleecy cloud, Like a spectre clad in a silvery shroud, We merrily trip it with twinkling feet, As the leaves rustle o'er us in melody sweet. Away, away, At break of day, For night is the fairies' holiday. STANZAS FOR MUSIC.* FARE thee well! the dream is o'er ; Loved one fare thee well! Stars that fade in morning light, But no dawn illumes the night, Oh! lay me where the willows weep, Life's dark vision o'er. Though earthly joys for ever fled, Yet mercy whispers nigh, And bliss beyond the sky. * These stanzas have been set to a Spanish air by T. Ashworth. D'Almaine & Co., Soho Square. But yon mountain is dark, though the sunbeams are bright, And yon fountain is cold, though 'tis quivering with light. So one bosom with sadness Feels dark and opprest, While around, mirth and gladness Illumine each breast. And the smiles that to others with rapture may glow, Leave that bosom alone to its darkness and woc. STANZAS FOR MUSIC. I've seen the smile on woman's cheek, The tear in woman's eye; But as I gazed, that smile grew dim, Oh, I have heard her say she loved, Yes, lighter than the lightest breath Is woman's vow, that binds the heart How she hath wrung this bleeding breast, I may not, dare not tell! I only know that I have loved Too fondly, and too well. |