A FAIRY SONG

We never weep because we see Pale moon flowers on the barren tree; A lovely light that takes the shape Of bud and bloom that is to be. It glows, a soft and emerald light, Along the branching trees by night; We know it weaves the coming leaves And never grieve when snows are white. We dance with winds that chill the rose As to her frosty death she goes, Because we see the changeless bloom Towards which she lifts again and grows.

So when the weeping tempest saith “Hush!” to the woodlands with his breath We ride the skeletons of leaves And dare an airy jest with death. Ah, no! we do not weep because We live in light that without pause Runs sparkling down the sky, the life Of all the world, and all its cause. Oft when celestial things are near We see new rainbows shining clear, And follow them from glade to glade, And voices in the winds we hear.