I. <br />Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! <br />The flower will bloom another year. <br />Weep no more! oh, weep no more! <br />Young buds sleep in the root's white core. <br />Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes! <br />For I was taught in Paradise <br />To ease my breast of melodies,-- <br />Shed no tear. <br /> <br />Overhead! look overhead! <br />'Mong the blossoms white and red-- <br />Look up, look up! I flutter now <br />On this fresh pomegranate bough. <br />See me! 'tis this silvery bill <br />Ever cures the good man's ill. <br />Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! <br />The flower will bloom another year. <br />Adieu, adieu -- I fly -- adieu! <br />I vanish in the heaven’s blue,-- <br />Adieu, adieu! <br /> <br />II. <br />Ah! woe is me! poor silver-wing! <br />That I must chant thy lady's dirge, <br />And death to this fair haunt of spring, <br />Of melody, and streams of flowery verge,-- <br />Poor silver-wing! ah! woe is me! <br />That I must see <br />These blossoms snow upon thy lady's pall! <br />Go, pretty page! and in her ear <br />Whisper that the hour is near! <br />Softly tell her not to fear <br />Such calm favonian burial! <br />Go, pretty page! and soothly tell,-- <br />The blossoms hang by a melting spell, <br />And fall they must, ere a star wink thrice <br />Upon her closed eyes, <br />That now in vain are weeping their last tears, <br />At sweet life leaving, and these arbours green,-- <br />Rich dowry from the Spirit of the Spheres, <br />Alas! poor Queen!<br /><br />John Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/faery-songs/
