DREAM OF A FAIRY.
When all the air was filled with songAt morning’s early beam,In musing mood I strolled alongBeside a placid stream.And as I roved the meadow sweet,What bade my heart rejoice?Was it the daisies at my feet?Nay, nor the songster’s voice.For glancing toward the crystal streamI spied a little child,Upon whose brow the morning beam,With all its beauty smiled:And on her cheek, so wondrous fair,I saw the ruddy glow,—Beheld her locks of flaxen hairWave gently to and fro.Then with delight I nearer drew,But lo! here ends my theme;I waked—the fairy fled my view—’Twas but a happy dream.
When all the air was filled with songAt morning’s early beam,In musing mood I strolled alongBeside a placid stream.And as I roved the meadow sweet,What bade my heart rejoice?Was it the daisies at my feet?Nay, nor the songster’s voice.For glancing toward the crystal streamI spied a little child,Upon whose brow the morning beam,With all its beauty smiled:And on her cheek, so wondrous fair,I saw the ruddy glow,—Beheld her locks of flaxen hairWave gently to and fro.Then with delight I nearer drew,But lo! here ends my theme;I waked—the fairy fled my view—’Twas but a happy dream.
When all the air was filled with songAt morning’s early beam,In musing mood I strolled alongBeside a placid stream.
And as I roved the meadow sweet,What bade my heart rejoice?Was it the daisies at my feet?Nay, nor the songster’s voice.
For glancing toward the crystal streamI spied a little child,Upon whose brow the morning beam,With all its beauty smiled:
And on her cheek, so wondrous fair,I saw the ruddy glow,—Beheld her locks of flaxen hairWave gently to and fro.
Then with delight I nearer drew,But lo! here ends my theme;I waked—the fairy fled my view—’Twas but a happy dream.
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