BLOOMS OF THE BERRY



Light-lidded s eep and holy dreams to her,
  Unborn of feverish sorrow or of care,
Soft as the gust that makes the arras stir,
  Tangling goid moonbeams in her fragrant hair.






                  A MELODY.

                        I.

    T HERE be Fairies bright of eye,
          Who the wild-flowers warders are;
        There be Fairies subtlety
          Nourished in a blossom's star;
        Fairies tripping merrily
          Singing in faint echoes far,
        Singing fairy melodies
        Murrrnired by the burly bees,
          By the wild brown bees.

                       II.

        Well I wot that Fairies be there,-
          Fairies, Fairies that at eve
        Lurking in a blossom.-lair,
        In some rose-bud's scented hair
          From white beams of starlight weave



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