NAY, no longer I may hold you
In my spirit's soft caresses
Nor like lotus-leaves enfold you
In the tangles of my tresses
Fairy fancies, fly away...
Fairy fancies, fly away...
To the white cloud-wildernesses
Fly away!
NAY, no longer ye may linger
With your laughter-lighted faces
Now I'm a thought-worn singer
In life's high and lonely places
Fairy fancies, fly away...
Fairy fancies, fly away...
To bright wind-inwoven spaces
Fly away!