Poems (Welby)/The Violet's Song to the Lost Fairy

by Amelia Welby

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.

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.

Each lily's pearly cup
 Sheds out pale gleamings;
Roses are folded up
 To their sweet dreamings;
Hark! how the night-winds pass,
 Mournfully sighing,
Through the down-trailing grass—
 Where art thou flying?

Where the young willow-boughs
 Greenly are waving,
Where the blue streamlet flows
 Sunny banks laving,
There sit thy fairy few,
 Their glances veiling
'Neath tears that fall like dew,
 Thy loss bewailing.

I've oped my azure bell
 Wide to receive thee,
Where if thou 'lt ever dwell
 None may deceive thee;
I'll breathe my faint perfume
 On thy lip only—
Love thee through joy and gloom,
 Thou fair and lonely.