Poems (Griffin)/The Spring Queen of the Vale
THE SPRING QUEEN OF THE VALE.BY ADDIE GLENMORE.
THERE is mist upon the mountain,
There are shadows on the hill,
And the frost-imprisoned fountain
Sighs in murmurs low and chill.
There are shadows on the hill,
And the frost-imprisoned fountain
Sighs in murmurs low and chill.
The maple boughs are bending
'Neath the weight of drifted snow,
While from every spray depending
Prisomed icy sickles glow.
'Neath the weight of drifted snow,
While from every spray depending
Prisomed icy sickles glow.
The moonlight's chilly glimmer
On the glassy river plays,
And the waves' reflected shimmer
Faintly answers to its rays.
On the glassy river plays,
And the waves' reflected shimmer
Faintly answers to its rays.
The plaintive winds are sighing
Sadly round the bending eaves,
Like a suffering mortal dying
For the charity none gives.
Sadly round the bending eaves,
Like a suffering mortal dying
For the charity none gives.
Thus the outer world is clouded
With the heaviness of gloom;
And the cold earth lies enshrouded
As apparelled for the tomb.
With the heaviness of gloom;
And the cold earth lies enshrouded
As apparelled for the tomb.
But the Winter King, whose minions
Are the frosty wind and hail,
Soon shall yield his wide dominions
To the Spring Queen of the Vale.
Are the frosty wind and hail,
Soon shall yield his wide dominions
To the Spring Queen of the Vale.
On her fairy pinions fleetly
She is coming to the bowers,
With her sunny tresses sweetly
Wreathed in dewy wild-wood flowers.
She is coming to the bowers,
With her sunny tresses sweetly
Wreathed in dewy wild-wood flowers.
Ah! her loving smiles of gladness
Will erase from every heart
Every trace of gloomy sadness,
And blissful joys impart.
Will erase from every heart
Every trace of gloomy sadness,
And blissful joys impart.