FAYS and Fairies haste away! This is Harriet's holiday: Bring the lyre, and bring the lute, Bring the sweetly-breathing flute; Wreaths of cowslips hither bring, All the honours of the spring; Adorn the grot with all that's gay, Fays and Fairies haste away. Bring the vine to Bacchus dear, Bring the purple lilac here, Festoons of roses, sweetest flower, The yellow primrose of the bower, Blue-eyed violets wet with dew, Bring the clustering woodbine too. Bring in baskets made of rush, The cherry with its ripened blush, The downy peach, so soft so fair, The luscious grape, the mellow pear: These to Harriet hither bring, And sweetly in return she'll sing. Be the brilliant grotto scene The palace of the Fairy Queen. Form the sprightly circling dance, Fairies here your steps advance; To the harp's soft dulcet sound, Let your footsteps lightly bound. Unveil your forms to mortal eye; Let Harriet view your revelry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A ROUGH RHYME ON A ROUGH MATTER; THE ENGLISH GAME LAWS by CHARLES KINGSLEY TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS by AESCHYLUS |