I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;
Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears
A naked runner lost in a storm of spears
Here, in the fairy wood,between sea and sea,
I have heard the song of a fairy bird in a tree,
And the peace that is not in the world has flown to me.
Yeats
What wood-god, on this water's mossy curb,
Lost in reflection of earth's loveliness,
Did I, just now, unconsciously disturb?
Cawein
Fairy
tiny, frilly
laughing, flying, playing
cranberry, ice, wing, tail
roaring, diving, careening
large, scaly
Dragon