Faery Songs - John Keats read by Zane C Weber

Faery SongsBy John KeatsI.Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!The flower will bloom another year.Weep no more! oh, weep no more!Young buds sleep in the root's white core.Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes!For I was taught in ParadiseTo ease my breast of melodies,Shed no tear.Overhead! look overhead!'Mong the blossoms white and redLook up, look up! I flutter nowOn this fresh pomegranate bough.See me! 'tis this silvery billEver cures the good man's ill.Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!The flower will bloom another year.Adieu, adieu, I fly adieu!I vanish in the heaven�s blue,Adieu, adieu!II.Ah! woe is me! poor silver-wing!That I must chant thy lady's dirge,And death to this fair haunt of spring,Of melody, and streams of flowery verge,Poor silver-wing! ah! woe is me!That I must seeThese blossoms snow upon thy lady's pall!Go, pretty page! and in her earWhisper that the hour is near!Softly tell her not to fearSuch calm favonian burial!Go, pretty page! and soothly tell,The blossoms hang by a melting spell,And fall they must, ere a star wink thriceUpon her closed eyes,That now in vain are weeping their last tears,At sweet life leaving, and these arbours green,Rich dowry from the Spirit of the Spheres,Alas! poor Queen!Find us online at thatsnotcanon.com/epigraphySubscribe to us on ITUNES, STITCHER, SPOTIFY, RADIOPUBLIC or your podcatcher of choice.Find us on FACEBOOK, TWITTER or INSTAGRAM. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.