Page:Felicia Hemans in The Court Magazine Volume V 1834.pdf/2



the blue is richest In the starry sky, While the softest shadows On the greensward lie; While the moonlight slumbers In the lily's urn, Bright Elves of the wild wood! Oh, return, return!

Round the forest fountain, On the river shore, Let your silvery laughter Echo yet once more; While the joyous boundings Of your dewy feet Ring to that old chorus "The Daisy is so sweet!* "

Oberon, Titania! Did your woodland mirth With the Song of Avon Quit this work-day earth? —Yet, while green leaves listen, And while bright stars burn, By that magic memory, Oh, return, return!