Second Fairy's Song.
I have caught the tints that deck
The proud peacock's tail and neck;
I have caught the many rays
Of the opal's changeful blaze;
I have mixed a thousand hues
From the rainbow's arch of dews;
Here is blent each changeful thing
For the wild heart's wandering:
For thy cool and pleasant shade,
This shall be thy meed, young maid.
Oh! not for me, oh! not for me
Is the heartless spell of inconstancy.
There yet is a well; one trial more,
Sure, that has a better prize in store.
She knelt again, and on the well
A simple wreath was visible.
Third Fairy's Song.
I have been to the low dell,
Where the sweetest violets dwell;
I have been to the lone vale,
Where there droops the lily pale:
Sweet and pure, they are bound
With a myrtle bough around—
Myrtle, for its leaves are seen
Even in the winter green:
If true love be sought by thee,
Maiden, this thy meed shall be.
My spell is done, my prize is won;
True love! thou hast equal none;
True love! who could choose for thee
Gold or gems or vanity?
Where is the spell whose charm will prove,
Like the spell of thy charm, true love?L. E. L.
