A MELODY.

By Madison Julius Cawein

There be Fairies bright of eye,

Who the wild-flowers warders are;

There be Fairies subtlely

Nourished in a blossom's star;

Fairies tripping merrily

Singing in faint echoes far,

Singing fairy melodies

Murmured by the burly bees,

By the wild brown bees.

Well I wot that Fairies be there,—

Fairies, Fairies that at eve

Lurking in a blossom-lair,

In some rose-bud's scented hair

From white beams of starlight weave

Glinting gown and shining shoe.

I have proven sure and true

Fairies be there, fays of dew,

Lying laughing in its spark

Floating in a rose's sark;

Singing fairy melodies,

When asleep the dusty bees

Can not steal their melodies,

Fairy melodies.