THE SPIRIT OF AIR
CORAL and clear emerald,And amber from the sea,Lilac-coloured amethyst,Chalcedony;The lovely Spirit of AirFloats on a cloud and doth ride,Clad in the beauties of earthLike a bride.So doth she haunt me; and wordsTell but a tithe of the tale.Sings all the sweetness of SpringEven in the nightingale?Nay, but with echoes she criesOf the valley of love;Dews on the thorns at her feet,And darkness above.
CORAL and clear emerald,And amber from the sea,Lilac-coloured amethyst,Chalcedony;The lovely Spirit of AirFloats on a cloud and doth ride,Clad in the beauties of earthLike a bride.So doth she haunt me; and wordsTell but a tithe of the tale.Sings all the sweetness of SpringEven in the nightingale?Nay, but with echoes she criesOf the valley of love;Dews on the thorns at her feet,And darkness above.
CORAL and clear emerald,And amber from the sea,Lilac-coloured amethyst,Chalcedony;The lovely Spirit of AirFloats on a cloud and doth ride,Clad in the beauties of earthLike a bride.
CORAL and clear emerald,
And amber from the sea,
Lilac-coloured amethyst,
Chalcedony;
The lovely Spirit of Air
Floats on a cloud and doth ride,
Clad in the beauties of earth
Like a bride.
So doth she haunt me; and wordsTell but a tithe of the tale.Sings all the sweetness of SpringEven in the nightingale?Nay, but with echoes she criesOf the valley of love;Dews on the thorns at her feet,And darkness above.
So doth she haunt me; and words
Tell but a tithe of the tale.
Sings all the sweetness of Spring
Even in the nightingale?
Nay, but with echoes she cries
Of the valley of love;
Dews on the thorns at her feet,
And darkness above.