THE VIOLET'S SONG TO THE LOST FAIRY.
Come to me, fairy queen,
Stars o'er thee, lightly
Floating in dazzling sheen,
Glimmer out brightly;
Moonbeams are glittering
On each pure blossom—
Fold up thy weary wing,
Come to my bosom.
Stars o'er thee, lightly
Floating in dazzling sheen,
Glimmer out brightly;
Moonbeams are glittering
On each pure blossom—
Fold up thy weary wing,
Come to my bosom.
Sleep, like a dewy cloud,
On thy brow presses;
Round thy form, like a shroud,
Droop thy fair tresses;
Heavy thine eyelids close
O'er thy glance shaded;
I '11 give thee soft repose,
Thou lost and faded.
On thy brow presses;
Round thy form, like a shroud,
Droop thy fair tresses;
Heavy thine eyelids close
O'er thy glance shaded;
I '11 give thee soft repose,
Thou lost and faded.
Each lily's pearly cup
Sheds out pale gleamings;
Roses are folded up
To their sweet dreamings;
Sheds out pale gleamings;
Roses are folded up
To their sweet dreamings;