May Song
I
When violet odours warm the air,
And May is white in hedge and lea,
Soft yearnings seize me unaware,
And gentle longings wake in me,
And I believe in Fairyland.
II
When sunset triumphs thro' the West,
In blue and green and lilac bowers,
I hear the trumpets of the Blest,
Blown from those old forgotten towers,
And I believe in Fairyland.
III
When Summer comes with bloom and leaf,
And winks and laughs thro' twinkling trees,
When crimson peach and golden sheaf,
Hang mellowing in the sun and breeze,
Then I believe in Fairyland.
IV
When kindness almost looks like love,
And eyes half show, half veil, their light,
When song and perfume float above,
And casements open on the night,
Then I believe in Fairyland.
