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THE FAIRY.
I'll be a fairy, and drink the dew,
And creep through the honied flowers,
And sleep in the violet's tender blue,
And dance hi the evening hours.
And creep through the honied flowers,
And sleep in the violet's tender blue,
And dance hi the evening hours.
My music shall he the soft low gales,
Winch sigh through the dark green trees;
And heaven's breath swell the gossamer sails,
With which I swim the breeze.
Winch sigh through the dark green trees;
And heaven's breath swell the gossamer sails,
With which I swim the breeze.
The glow-worm shall be my gentle light,
And a lily's cup my bed:
And I'll warm me in the sweet moon-light,
And on fallen roses tread.
And a lily's cup my bed:
And I'll warm me in the sweet moon-light,
And on fallen roses tread.
And for ever fresh the grass shall grew
Around my mystic ring;
And little murmurs, sweet and low,
Shall answer when I sing.
Around my mystic ring;
And little murmurs, sweet and low,
Shall answer when I sing.
