F .
W.
Stokoe .
*THREE
SONGS
TO
FIDELIO .
F
you will meet me where the moon
1
Is quiet
on
the moorland
reaches ,
Or in
the
shade
of
dappled
glade
Beneath
the
haunted
beeches
If you
will wait,
О
faery
boy ,
I will not linger.
So wave
your hand
from
Faery
Land
And
beckon
with
your
finger .
“ Awake ! Awake! ” I hear you
cry
.
And
now
your
reedy
pipes
are shrill
Far
,
far away
,
beyond
the day
,
Beyond
the
Faery
Hill
.
But wait
,
but wait
,
О
faery
boy
,
I
come
by
height
and
hollow
.
For
now
I
hear
your music
clear
Cry
:
“
Follow
!
Follow
!
Follow
!”
II
.
I
may not
catch
you
with
my hands
,
Your
voice
is
just beyond my ear
,
And
vision
cannot
reach
the lands
Where
I
might
see
you
clear
:
They
are
so
far
,
so
near
.
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