Poems (Radford)/The Songs Unsung
The Songs Unsung
Light as petals in their falling, Through a twilight summer hour,Is your coming, and your passing As the perfume of a flower;And your voices by the wayside, As a sigh the trees embower.
From the forest and the meadow, From the mountain and the sea,From the stars beyond the star-world, From the visions yet to be,As a dying song you linger On the air, and call to me.
Stay, ah stay, and cross my threshold, See the door is open wide,And I listen for your coming Through all things that do betide,Through the weeping and the laughter, That you may with me abide.
I will give you dainty raiment, Jewelled o'er with fancies rare,Through the shadow and the sunshine, I will weave it for your wear;Till all people see you clearly In the town's great thoroughfare.
Ah! you call me, but to mock me, Fairy folk who will not stay;As I hasten to your summons Like a mist you fade away;Like a dream I dream, awaking, On the border of the day.