Fair In Meads

The honeydew on lashes freeze And freeze with awe the sinking heart Oh misty scenes by window's pane Thy sight my gloomy soul has fraught Oh that I fly as angels do Oh that I may in thy heart dwell With gloom my wild wild eyes are filled My aching lids with grief they swell The meads the fields all gazed at me From banyan tree the shadow drops Come on come on from yonder huts And harvest from these fields thy crops By shrine I see the swinging swings The beating drums the sweet meat shops Oh sweltering beams of summer sun Go play with clouds thou hide and seek While crowds with sacred mirth and Glee Are coming down across the peak Some children play and eat and run Some dancing with the drumming beat Near shady groves by running brook Why gleaners glean in blazing heat? What doom is hanging on their heads? Which grief hath prest their saddened heart? Share not they joys of Fair in Meads Which whirl of life they all are caught? Oh may that I their sorrows know! Oh that for them glee I can brought ! Ten thousand blooms from Cacusus mount Ten thousand blooms from Netherlands Ten thousand blooms from heavens height Ten thousand blooms from fairy-lands Ten thousand stars from far off sky Ten thousand lamps from shimmering sands Thousands of castles midst of world Will build for them by magic hands Where daisies bloom from earth to sky Where seraphs play the music bands My dreamy rainbow soon but fades In wonder mine eyes vain I blink The sailing boats of hope do sail Then in the deeps of grief they sink