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FAIRY SONG
Oh, where do fairies hide their heads
When snow lies on the hills
When frost has spoil'd their mossy beds
and crystalized their rills?
Beneath the moon they cannot trip
In circles o're the plain,
And drafts of dew they cannot sip
Till green leaves come again
Till green leaves come again.
Perhaps in small blue diving bells
They plunge beneath the waves,
Inhabiting the wreathed shells
That lie in Coral Caves
Perhaps in red vesuvious carousals they maintain
And cheer their little spirits up
Till green leaves come again
Till green leaves come again.
When back they come there'll be glad mirth
And music in the air,
And fairy wings upon the earth
And mischief everywhere
The maids, to keep the elves aloof,
Will bar the doors in vain,
No keyhole will be fairy proof
When green leaves come again
Till green leaves come again.
*Thomas Haynes Bayly.
Oh, where do fairies hide their heads
When snow lies on the hills
When frost has spoil'd their mossy beds
and crystalized their rills?
Beneath the moon they cannot trip
In circles o're the plain,
And drafts of dew they cannot sip
Till green leaves come again
Till green leaves come again.
Perhaps in small blue diving bells
They plunge beneath the waves,
Inhabiting the wreathed shells
That lie in Coral Caves
Perhaps in red vesuvious carousals they maintain
And cheer their little spirits up
Till green leaves come again
Till green leaves come again.
When back they come there'll be glad mirth
And music in the air,
And fairy wings upon the earth
And mischief everywhere
The maids, to keep the elves aloof,
Will bar the doors in vain,
No keyhole will be fairy proof
When green leaves come again
Till green leaves come again.
*Thomas Haynes Bayly.
FINDING FAIRIES
Then the wings of march are wakening
The crocuses and crickets,
Did you ever find a fairie near
Some budding little thickets,
A-straightening her golden winds
and combing out her hair?
She's there!
And when she sees you creeping up
To get a closer peek
She tumbles through the daffodils
A-playing hide and seek,
and creeps into the tulips till
You can't find where she's hid?
Mine did!
Have you ever, ever came across
A little toadstool elf
A-reading by a fire lamp
and laughing to himself,
or a saucy fairie queen upon
her favourite dragonfly?
So've!
It's fun to see a fairy flutter
Off a catkin boat,
and wrap her fairy baby in
A pussywillow coat;
Oh, don't you love the fairies
and their fairy baby's, too?
I do!
*Marjorie Barrows.
Then the wings of march are wakening
The crocuses and crickets,
Did you ever find a fairie near
Some budding little thickets,
A-straightening her golden winds
and combing out her hair?
She's there!
And when she sees you creeping up
To get a closer peek
She tumbles through the daffodils
A-playing hide and seek,
and creeps into the tulips till
You can't find where she's hid?
Mine did!
Have you ever, ever came across
A little toadstool elf
A-reading by a fire lamp
and laughing to himself,
or a saucy fairie queen upon
her favourite dragonfly?
So've!
It's fun to see a fairy flutter
Off a catkin boat,
and wrap her fairy baby in
A pussywillow coat;
Oh, don't you love the fairies
and their fairy baby's, too?
I do!
*Marjorie Barrows.
YOUR FAIRIES
The dusk is calm, your eyes are cold,
The ferns grow full in curling fronds,
The path is straight, the trees are dense,
Your faeries touch the damp-edged ponds.
The moon is full and stars are bright
You've found here what it always takes
The grass is soft, the air is sweet
Your faeries swim in lucid lakes.
The night pulls on in blighted dreams
You find you have no other choice
Your mind sinks deep in follied fear
Your faeries sing in unsure voice.
The pre-dawn light is grim and veiled
In seething hate and fozen blood
The clouds are harsh and bringing rain
Your faeries sink into the mud.
The sun is rising, the sparrows squawk
Echoing words of mindless fools
You sink into a dark cocoon
Your faeries drown in stagnant pools.
*Astrid Sonia Tieholz
The dusk is calm, your eyes are cold,
The ferns grow full in curling fronds,
The path is straight, the trees are dense,
Your faeries touch the damp-edged ponds.
The moon is full and stars are bright
You've found here what it always takes
The grass is soft, the air is sweet
Your faeries swim in lucid lakes.
The night pulls on in blighted dreams
You find you have no other choice
Your mind sinks deep in follied fear
Your faeries sing in unsure voice.
The pre-dawn light is grim and veiled
In seething hate and fozen blood
The clouds are harsh and bringing rain
Your faeries sink into the mud.
The sun is rising, the sparrows squawk
Echoing words of mindless fools
You sink into a dark cocoon
Your faeries drown in stagnant pools.
*Astrid Sonia Tieholz
GATE TO THE LAND OF FAERIE
Last night I dreamed that I had seen
The gate to the Land of Faerie
But I held back and entered not
Because I was too wary
I wonder how it could have been
If I had seen that place
To walk among the little folk
And meet them face to face
I could have seen the Faerie Queen,
Her court and all the rest
But just to enter through the gate
I could not pass the test
Next time I'll gather up my strength
And boldly enter in
And once inside I just might stay
And come here not again.
*James Browne
Last night I dreamed that I had seen
The gate to the Land of Faerie
But I held back and entered not
Because I was too wary
I wonder how it could have been
If I had seen that place
To walk among the little folk
And meet them face to face
I could have seen the Faerie Queen,
Her court and all the rest
But just to enter through the gate
I could not pass the test
Next time I'll gather up my strength
And boldly enter in
And once inside I just might stay
And come here not again.
*James Browne
THE SHADOW PEOPLE
Old lame Bridget doesn't hear
Fairy music in the grass
When the gloaming's on the mere
And the shadow people pass:
Never hears their slow grey feet
Coming from the village street
Just beyond the parson's wall,
Where the clover globes are sweet
And the mushroom's parasol
Opens in the moonlit rain.
Every night I hear them call
From their long and merry train.
Old lame Bridget says to me,
"It is just your fancy child".
She cannot believe I see
Laughing faces in the wild,
Hands that twinkle in the sedge
Bowing at the water's edge
Where the finny minnows quiver,
Shaping on the blue wave's ledge
Bubble foam to sail the river.
And the sunny hands to me
Beckon ever, beckon ever.
Oh! I would be wild and free,
And with the shadow people be.
*Francis Ledwidge.
Old lame Bridget doesn't hear
Fairy music in the grass
When the gloaming's on the mere
And the shadow people pass:
Never hears their slow grey feet
Coming from the village street
Just beyond the parson's wall,
Where the clover globes are sweet
And the mushroom's parasol
Opens in the moonlit rain.
Every night I hear them call
From their long and merry train.
Old lame Bridget says to me,
"It is just your fancy child".
She cannot believe I see
Laughing faces in the wild,
Hands that twinkle in the sedge
Bowing at the water's edge
Where the finny minnows quiver,
Shaping on the blue wave's ledge
Bubble foam to sail the river.
And the sunny hands to me
Beckon ever, beckon ever.
Oh! I would be wild and free,
And with the shadow people be.
*Francis Ledwidge.
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