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Fairy Song
Shed no tear! O, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! O, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root's white core.
Dry your eyes! O, dry your eyes!
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies,-
Shed no tear.
Overhead! look overhead!
'Mong the blossoms white and red,-
Look up, look up! I flutter now
On this fresh pomegranate bough.
See me! 'tis this silvery bill
Ever cures the good man's ill,
Shed no tear! O, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, adieu-I fly-adieu!
Adieu, adieu!
by John Keats
Now in the crimson light of even, The lingering light decays, And “Hesper” on the front of heaven His glittering gem displays.
- "The Lady's Almanack" for 1852, London.
Silver was, by the ancient alchemists,
called “Diana” or the Moon.
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