MY FAIRY ELLEN.

Beautiful moon! wilt thou tell me where

Thou lovest most to be softly gleaming?

Is it on some rich bank of flowers

Where 'neath each blossom a fay lies dreaming?

Or is it on yonder silver lake

Where the fish in green and gold are sparkling?

Or is it among those ancient trees

Where the tremulous shadows move soft and darkling?

Oh, no! said the moon, with a playful smile,

The best of my beams are for ever dwelling

In the exquisite eyes, so deeply blue,

And the eloquent glance of the fairy Ellen.

Gentlest of zephyrs! pray tell me how

Thou lovest to spend a serene May morning,

When dew-drops are twinkling on every bough,

And violets wild each glade adorning?

Is it in kissing the glittering stream,

O'er its pebbly channel so gaily rippling?

Is it in sipping the nectar that lies

In the bells of the flowers--an innocent tippling?

Oh no! said the zephyr, and softly sigh'd,

His voice with a musical melody swelling,

All the mornings of May 'mong the ringlets I play

That dance on the brow of the fairy Ellen.

White little lily! pray tell me when

Thy happiest moments the fates allow thee?

Thou seemest a favourite with bees and men,

And all the boys and butterflies know thee;

Is it at dawn or at sunset hour

That pleasantest fancies are o'er thee stealing?

One would think thee a poet, to judge by thy looks,

Or at least a pale-faced man of feeling?

Oh no! said the lily, and slightly blush'd,

My highest ambition 's to be sweet smelling,

To live in the sight, and to die on the breast

Of the fairest of beings, the fairy Ellen.

Oh! would that I were the moon myself,

Or a balmy zephyr, fresh fragrance breathing;

Or a white-crown'd lily, my slight green stem

Slily around that dear neck wreathing!

Worlds would I give to bask in those eyes,

Stars, if I had them, for one of those tresses,

My heart and my soul, and my body to boot,

For merely the smallest of all her kisses!

And if she would love me, oh heaven and earth!

I would not be Jove, the cloud-compelling,

Though he offer'd me Juno and Venus both

In exchange for one smile of my fairy Ellen!

The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume 6. The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century · 第 76 / 337 题