Faerie Queen      Over on the hill   There grows a flower   Growing quicker still   More perfect by the hour   Deep within that flower   Is a tiny chair    All a-fringed with gold   The fairy queen sits there…      It is in her breath   That the wind does blow   It is in her heart    As pure as winter snow   It is in her tears   Crystal raindrops fall   And within her years   That she is in us all…      *Oh dark eyes   Help me see   Just one look   She is gone   Look on me   We are one   Fading with the setting sun…      As the willow bows    To her majesty   All the forest flowers   Love her mystery   Who would not admire   Who could not adore   Who does not desire   Who wishes to see more?