Fly with me, my mortal love! <br /> Oh! haste to realms of purer day, <br />Where we form the morning dew, <br /> And the rainbow's varied hue, <br /> And give the sun each golden ray! <br /> Oh! stay no more <br /> On this earthly shore, <br />Where Joy is sick of the senseless crew; <br /> But taste the bliss we prove, <br /> In the starry plains above, <br />Queens of the meads of ether blue. <br /> <br />When the moon is riding high, <br /> And trembles in the lake below,— <br /> Then we hover in its ray, <br /> And amid the sparkles play, <br /> While rippling waves of silver flow. <br /> As pure and bright <br /> As that gleaming light: <br />We watch the eddying circle's bound, <br /> And within those lucid rings <br /> We dip our shining wings, <br />And scatter showers of radiance round. <br /> <br /> <br />When softly falls the summer shower, <br /> Fresh'ning all the earth with green, <br /> From the cup of many a flower, <br /> While the purple shadows lower, <br /> We drink the crystal tears unseen. <br /> Then come away! <br /> No more delay,— <br />Our joys and our revels haste to share. <br /> Behold, where near thee wait, <br /> As subjects of our state, <br />The shadowy spirits of the air!<br /><br />Louisa Stuart Costello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sylph-s-song/
