Faery Songs

By John Keats

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!

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