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.
H.