@3Singeth the Spirit of the Weir:@1 Lie like a necklace light, Star-reflections, where she floats Slowly toward the waterfall! Birds all unmusical, Force faint cadence through your throats! Lo, the lovely lady drowned! Fauns in the forest round, Hark what this midnight notes! @3Singeth a faun:@1 She was our woodland queen, Gowned in the green and gold; Court in the copse did hold, Throne in the thicket swayed. She was daringly arrayed, Robed in the bronze and red. Spring and Autumn turned her bed. Summer was her blithe handmaid! Wildly we loved her, We of the woodland ways; Vassalled her nights and days. Nought of it moved her. She was sunlight on the sward, A flicker through the green, An elfin note of laughter, Silvers of the birch between! @3Singeth a fairy:@1 By the brown pool Lay she adream one day. Over her shoulder Puck peeped the bolder. Oh, for his mirthful face Then grew she fain, they say. Darling-wild she hunted him Laughing her nay! Through golden gloom Fast went their flying feet; Down the green glade Darted disorder. Berry-stained loveliness, Feet the grass clutched to kiss! Roguish, oh roguish Puck, Nought to accord her! @3Singeth the Spirit of the Weir:@1 Clung he the rainbow Risen o'er the river. Leaped she like light, -- And with wail dropped to death. Weep, nets that drew her drowned! Wail, elfin fish, that found Love without breath! Lie like a necklace light, Star-reflections, where she floats Down to her tidal bier! Birds, sing no bridal here! Moan all the woodland throats, Aching for the lady drowned. Puck heaves in sobs profound. Woe, woe this midnight notes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN THE MAID'S LAMENT; ELIZABETHAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A LONDON PLANE-TREE by AMY LEVY THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE by WALT WHITMAN PRIDE OF THE VILLAGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |