IN the old old times The harebells had their chimes, I can tell you, and could sing out loud and brave; But Queen Titania said That they quite confused her head, @3And she really must request@1 -- And, in short, she gave no rest To her silly Lord and Master, Till his royal word he'd passed her That the little darling harebells, The merry little harebells, Should be for ever silent as the grave. Then to each little root Sank down so sad and mute Even the tiniest little tremor of a tinkle. But when evening is come, And the noisy day is dumb, And the stars above the vale begin to twinkle, Then, shy as is a fly, Poor Oberon will come, And lean him to the whispers Of the lovely little lispers, And he'll listen, and he'll listen, and he'll sigh. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOSING TIME AT THE SAN DIEGO ZOO by KAREN SWENSON THE MAGPIES IN PICARDY by T. P. CAMERON WILSON AGAMEMNON: THE PURPLE CARPER by AESCHYLUS LILIES: 5. ETERNAL MURMURINGS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ON SEEING AN OLD POET IN THE CAFE ROYAL by JOHN BETJEMAN THE FIRE SIDE; A PASTORAL SOLILOQUY by ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE |