To Titania, Queen Of Fairyland, St. Valentine's Day Poem by Peter John Allan

The fairy world is just like ours-
There bloom again our faded flowers;
Transplanted hence by magic spell-
And how, I know - but must not tell.

Whene'er you smile, my little dear,
Whene'er you drop the hasty tear,
The fays unseen that round you play,
The smile and tear far hence convey.

That smile will lend its sunny light
To make the rose's cheek more bright,
That tear will give its lucid hue
To lilies fair that pant for dew.

And when you laugh, through Fairyland
That laugh is breath'd, a zephyr bland;
And when you sigh, in every vale
The fairies hear the nightingale.

And when you kiss me all is spring,
And love's sweet voice is heard to ring
Through ocean, earth, and heav'n above;
The fairy world is sunk in love.

Nay, never frown, for fairy skies
Grow dark or brighten with your eyes;
And with a frown you may eclipse
The young May morning of your lips.

Whene'er your lovely eyes you close,
The fairies all may seek repose,
And softly slumber night away,
Till you, awaking, bring them day.

So, if you're wearied with my lay,
Titania, put an end to day;
And, when you'd rather slumb'ring be,
Pray to go to bed and dream of me.