OUR revels now are ended, so good night, so good night, <br /> And each unto our chamber let us hie, <br />And there lose ourselves in visions till the broad daylight <br /> Again has bid adieu unto the sky. <br /> So good-bye <br /> Till day has gone out of the sky. <br /> <br />'My couch is in the daisy with its golden, golden eye,' <br /> 'And mine is in the violet, sweet and pure,' <br />'And mine the modest blue bell, beneath whose canopy <br /> I dream away the angry day secure.' <br /> So good-bye <br /> Till day has gone out of the sky. <br /> <br />But when the day's departed, upstarting from our dreams <br /> We'll gather in a ring upon the green, <br />And there dance till night's enraptured, and the pale moon seems <br /> To mourn the fate that changeth such a scene. <br /> So good-bye <br /> Till day has gone out of the sky.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fairies-adieu/
