Faery Songs

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Faery Songs
by John Keats

Shed no tear! O shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! O weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
Dry your eyes! O dry your eyes,
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies —
                     Shed no tear.

Overhead! look overhead
’Mong the blossoms white and red —
Look up, look up — I flutter now
On this flush pomegranate bough.
See me! ’t is this silvery bill
Ever cures the good man’s ill.
Shed no tear! O shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, adieu — I fly, adieu,
I vanish in the heaven’s blue —
                     Adieu, adieu!

Ah! woe is me! poor silver-wing!
  That I must chant thy lady’s dirge,
And death to this haunt of spring,
  Of melody, and streams of flowery verge, —
        Poor silver-wing! ah! woe is me!
        That I must see
These blossoms snow upon thy lady's pall!
  Go, pretty page! and in her ear
  Whisper that the hour is near!
  Softly tell her not to fear
Such calm favonian burial!
  Go, pretty page! and soothly tell, —
  The blossoms hang by a melting spell,
And fall they must, ere a star wink thrice
        Upon her closed eyes,
That now in vain are weeping their last tears,
  At sweet life leaving, and those arbours green, —
Rich dowry from the Spirit of the Spheres, —
        Alas! poor Queen!

This work was published before January 1, 1927, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.