Stanzas

Stanzas

Oh haste thee, haste thee, the wreath will fade,
We have twin'd to deck thy hair;
Come, quickly come, too long thou hast staid,
For the gay, and the happy are there.

We have nam'd thee, Queen of the fairy ring,
We wait but to crown thy brow;
And wilt thou come, like a bird on the wing,
To join thy playmates now?

Each flower we've culled with the choicest care
They're the sweetest that love could bring;
The garland was form'd for the fairest fair,
On thy brow the wreath we'll fling.

These roses are emblems of love we know,
They're the brightest the spring doth yield;
Then bend thee maiden, on thee we bestow
The lovliest flowers of the field.

A faded wreath thou shalt not wear
On thy smiling brow today;
But this blooming one as sweet as rare,
Shall bedeck thee, Queen of May.

R.

1:52, p. 208

1828.03.21