SWEET SISTER FAY.
I
“Oh! where have you been, sweet sister Fay?”
“I have slept in a lily-bell all the long day,
And many an insect came to look
For the honey that lay in the fragrant nook.
I was arm'd with a spear from the hawthorn spray,
And afraid of its point they all fluttered away;
So I sung my own lullaby, sleeping at ease,
In the bell of a lily that wav'd in the breeze.
The day is for labour, the night is for glee;
Come, brother, trip lightly with me.”
Come, sister, trip lightly with me.”
II
“Where are you going, sweet sister Fay?”
“To the turf that is greenest, I'm tripping away;
Hark! hark! the sweet music of midnight I hear;
The holly leaves rustle, we've startled a deer;
The rivulets gushing through coral caves,
At intervals drip in the dark blue waves;
I've jewell'd my hair, and I've spangled my wing,
For I am going to dance at the court of my king.
The day is for labour, the night is for glee;
Come, brother, trip lightly with me.”
Come, sister, trip lightly with me.”
