Oh that I were a fairy sprite, to wander <br />In forest paths, o'erarched with oak and beech; <br />Where the sun's yellow light, in slanting rays, <br />Sleeps on the dewy moss: what time the breath <br />Of early morn stirs the white hawthorn boughs, <br />And fills the air with showers of snowy blossoms. <br />Or lie at sunset 'mid the purple heather, <br />Listening the silver music that rings out <br />From the pale mountain bells, swayed by the wind. <br />Or sit in rocky clefts above the sea, <br />While one by one the evening stars shine forth <br />Among the gathering clouds, that strew the heavens <br />Like floating purple wreaths of mournful nightshade!<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wish-iii/
