The fairies dance in the forest of Song; Silver cymbals ring in the grove of dreams; Round the islet of green fancies, Beyond the world s barren promontory, Bring your sunset barque, With pilgrims from the land of Life. The stars mingle their tears of joy With the mellow effulgence of the moon; The Song-birds wake, thinking it day, And pour their hearts in accord with a luminous tune. Oh, come to the Forest of Forgetting! Play the lutes of your soul evermore ! Thrid on the harp of sorrow's heart; Let joy-notes through the lyre-strings pour. Dance, ye fairies from the valley of sleep ! Trip, O rose-feet, in moonlight dipped! Let waves of the stream of notes Wash the sky with golden tones; For ye to minuet up the moon-set hills, Where silent mist makes silver music | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE THAW by HAYDEN CARRUTH HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UTOPIA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |