ON the fairy boat aglow, That Watteau Launched for love of Cytherea, Will you sail with me, Frou-Frou, To the blue Distant land of Phantasia? Elfin gold the sun shall shed; We will tread Velvet moss through cloudless hours; Yea, and gather where the thrill is Lenten lilies All-abounding 'neath the bowers. On our love shall fall the ray Through the day At the forest's sombre feet. All too soon the night shall mingle In the dingle Twilight, where the shadows meet. Seated in the spangled bows, Wedding brows, We shall come, O Beauty's daughter, Back between the moonlight's doors, While the oars, Gliding swiftly, wound the water. |