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THE VIOLET'S SONG TO THE LOST FAIRY.

Come to me, fairy queen,
 Stars o'er thee, lightly
Floating in dazzling sheen,
 Glimmer out brightly;
Moonbeams are glittering
 On each pure blossom—
Fold up thy weary wing,
 Come to my bosom.

Sleep, like a dewy cloud,
 On thy brow presses;
Round thy form, like a shroud,
 Droop thy fair tresses;
Heavy thine eyelids close
 O'er thy glance shaded;
I '11 give thee soft repose,
 Thou lost and faded.

Each lily's pearly cup
 Sheds out pale gleamings;
Roses are folded up
 To their sweet dreamings;