Faery Songs
I.
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! oh, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root's white core.
Dry your eyes! oh, 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 fresh pomegranate bough.
See me! 'tis this silvery bill
Ever cures the good man's ill.
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, adieu -- I fly -- adieu!
I vanish in the heaven’s blue,--
Adieu, adieu!
II.
Ah! woe is me! poor silver-wing!
That I must chant thy lady's dirge,
And death to this fair 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 these arbours green,--
Rich dowry from the Spirit of the Spheres,
Alas! poor Queen!
John Keats
oh how I needed this.....I thank you so much. You never know when you are inspired to post something and how it affects another. Today was horrid but it didn't start out that way. I wanted to finish painting the outside of the house bedroom window wall. I looked at my gorgeous pink and white hydrangeas and the background was an old horrid peeled wall...this will not do another moment, my hydrangeas need a proper setting. I grabbed all painting supplies to do the small wall once and for all. Wasps, mosquitos, airplanes doing circles overhead, heat and 95% humidity, bumping head repeatedly into awnings, dirt in all the wrong places, tripping over things every 5 minutes, the only bush I have to work around is full of thorns, turning on the hose to wash my hands of paint and having it shoot right into my face and the still wet painted wall, and a hundred other things! and so a couple hours later and every drop of patience I had long gone, I felt I could no longer do anything and how difficult was my world. I showered and got into blogland for that wise search for perspective and I found it here.....reading this, I was loosed from a grip of ornery, of being fed up....and reminded of the bigger world that is my real world of living sparkly and beautiful and gentle Fairies! thank you soooooo much!
ReplyDeleteThey are all so pretty and delicate they start a warm glow in your heart.
ReplyDeleteMerle.........
This is so beautiful!!! Thank you Janice! Big Hugs ;o)
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