Midnight glance is silence glazed
Misty shroud the leaves entwine
Long the fruit on bough has blossomed
Laden heavy hangs the vines
Silence still the west wind carries
The tangy taste of the distant sea
Dark and deep the nightshade berries
Twist about the burdened lea
The jingling bells are hardly noticed
First, so heavy is the night
Creeping slowly ever nearer
Bridled mare of deathly white
Now children in their beds of feather
Moan and dream the passing sound
An owl takes flight, a sprig of heather
Spills its burden to the ground
Fairy Queen that rides the darkness with
Softly jingling bridle bells
Shadow of the ancient Mother
That on the wind of autumn dwells
Fairy Queen that claims the harvest
Yours the red fruit of the vine
Mab the song is unforgotten
The misty air the leaves entwine.
