It was late on an eve in midsummer
I fell sleeping on the green
And when I awoke in wonder, I saw
What few mortal men have seen.

Changelings, Fays and sprites
A mighty swarm all had taken to the air
And before them passed their faerie queen
She, the fairest of the fair

And her mantle was of Queen Ann's lace
Her skirt was of grass green silk
And round her crown lay pearls
One, two, three, as white as cowslips milk.

And then came her ladies, one, two, three
All radiant by her side
'Come hither' she cried 'Sweet bonny knight
'Take a faery for your bride.'

One wore a gown of wild thyme blooms
One wore bluebells in her hair
One wore a cloak of elder leaves
Each was fairer than fair.

'Then who shall you choose my bonny knight
Pray which of my ladies, one, two, three'.
'Tis none of the maidens, lady fair
Tis thee that I choose, tis thee.'

'So that’s who you choose my bonny knight
Ah, what fools ye mortals be
Ye're not the first of my suitors, and
Tis I who must choose, not ye.'

Without another word she faded
Like grey mist upon the moor
And she left me there alone again
Just as I had been before...

~ Micheal Patrick Hearn ~