The Errors of Ecstasie A Dramatic Poem. With Other Pieces. By George Darley |
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FAIRIES ADDRESS TO THE MOON. |
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FAIRIES ADDRESS TO THE MOON.
Listen, O moonbeam, listen!
To hollow reeds we fill,
And rest on this green bosom,
The sweetest of the hill.
To hollow reeds we fill,
And rest on this green bosom,
The sweetest of the hill.
Rest, rest, O rest, mountain flowers are dreaming,
And the dale-queens wink, i' the glittering blaze,
In silver veils o'er the red-rose streaming,
And bow'ring the blue-bell in a bright shade of rays.
And the dale-queens wink, i' the glittering blaze,
In silver veils o'er the red-rose streaming,
And bow'ring the blue-bell in a bright shade of rays.
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These weepers, these weepers of the roral tear!
How can they weep for the Sun,
When their green robes sweetest and brightest appear,
And have such a livery on?
How can they weep for the Sun,
When their green robes sweetest and brightest appear,
And have such a livery on?
The gorgeous fount is a ring of light,
The river is a flood of beams,
And the woods as they shiver in the winds of night
Seem cover'd with a thousand streams.
The river is a flood of beams,
And the woods as they shiver in the winds of night
Seem cover'd with a thousand streams.
The rushes start like icicles
Bright from the shining lake,
And each fond reed its pleasure tells
In whispers through the brake.
Bright from the shining lake,
And each fond reed its pleasure tells
In whispers through the brake.
Hail then, fair fount of effluent light! Hail, hail!
Thou sun of night! thou glory of the sky!
White rose of Heaven! sweet Queen o' the blue-bosom'd vale,
Where grow the pale star-flowers, and the long-hair'd meteors fly!
Thou sun of night! thou glory of the sky!
White rose of Heaven! sweet Queen o' the blue-bosom'd vale,
Where grow the pale star-flowers, and the long-hair'd meteors fly!
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Fly away, Moon!
Spirits, begone!
For the east begins to flare.
To the wood! to the glen!
To the moor! to the fen!
To the grot! to the river! to the air!
Spirits, begone!
For the east begins to flare.
To the wood! to the glen!
To the moor! to the fen!
To the grot! to the river! to the air!
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