I. 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. II. 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.