Classic Poem

I' LL be a fairy, and drink the dew,
And creep thro' the honied flowers;
And sleep in the violet's tender blue,
And dance in the evening hours.

My music shall be the soft low gales,
Which sigh thro' 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 moonlight,
And on fallen roses tread.

And ever fresh the grass shall grow
Around my mystic ring,
And little murmurs sweet and low
Shall answer when I sing.

And I will hold a fairy court,
And call each slumbering fay,
And wild and gaily will we sport,
As the twilight fades away.

I'll be a fairy, and drink the dew,
And creep thro' the honied flowers,
And sleep in the violet's tender blue,
And dance in the evening hours.

I' LL be a fairy, and drink the dew,
And creep thro' the honied flowers;
And sleep in the violet's tender blue,
And dance in the evening hours.

My music shall be the soft low gales,
Which sigh thro' 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 moonlight,
And on fallen roses tread.

And ever fresh the grass shall grow
Around my mystic ring,
And little murmurs sweet and low
Shall answer when I sing.

And I will hold a fairy court,
And call each slumbering fay,
And wild and gaily will we sport,
As the twilight fades away.

I'll be a fairy, and drink the dew,
And creep thro' the honied flowers,
And sleep in the violet's tender blue,
And dance in the evening hours.