THE FAIRIES’ BOWER.

When the stars are watching high in Heaven,

And silence has thrown, with a magical power,

Her mystic spell o’er the face of even,

Thou may’st not come to the Fairies’ bower.

Though the star of thy fate shine lovely and bright,

And smile like a seraph just loosed from its sphere,

Yet visit not thou that bower by night,

For the spirits of evil are hovering there.

Though the seraph smile, and the voice of Love,

Should call thee forth to indulge its dream,—

Oh! go not there! though the moon from above,

Should beckon thee forth with her quivering beam.

For the flowers that grow in that silent spot,

With their lovely hues, are laden with tears,

And the birds that sing in that Fairy grot,

Will hasten away when the evening appears.

And the smile of Love will lose its light,

And the voice of the lover will lose its tone,—

And the stars that lumine the gloom of night,

Will cease to smile from their ruby throne.

And the star of thy fate will cease to shine,—

And the flowers will weep a dewy shower;

And the smile of joy will desert its shrine,

When thou strayest at eve in the Fairies’ bower.

Then, go not thou to the Fairies’ bower,

When evening is drawing her curtains round;

For the spirits that rule the midnight hour,

Are tripping at eve on that haunted ground.

April 1st, 1836.