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The Road to Fairyland
fairy poem by Ernest Thompson Seton
Do you seek the road to Fairyland?
I'll tell; it's easy, quite.
Wait till a yellow moon gets up o'er purple seas by night,
And gilds a shining pathway that is sparkling diamond bright
Then, if no evil power be nigh to thwart you, out of spite,
And if you know the very words to cast a spell of might,
You get upon a thistledown and if the breeze is right,
You sail away to Fairyland
Along this track of light.
Oh! Where do the fairies hide their heads,
When snow lies on the hills,
When frost has spoiled their mossy beds,
And crystallized their rills?
Beneath the moon they cannot trip
In circles o'er the plain;
And draughts of dew they cannot sip,
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 Vesuvius
Carousals they maintain;
And cheer their little spirits thus,
Till green leaves come again.
When they return, there will be 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 key hole will be fairy proof
When green leaves come again.
fairy poem by Thomas Hanes Bayly
By the moon we sport and play,
With the night begins our day;
As we dance the dew doth fall--
Trip it, little urchins all,
Lightly as the little bee,
Two by two and three by three;
And about we go, and about we go
Round about, round about, in a fine ring
Thus we dance, thus we dance,
and thus we sing;
Trip and go, to and fro, over this green
All about, in and out, for our brave queen
We have danced round about,
in a fine ring
We have danced lustily, and thus we sing
All about, in and out, over this green
To and fro, trip and go,
to our brave queen
from-A Midsummer Night's Dream
Along the Path
As down the winding path I walk
Tiny fairies to me talk
And sing to me of happiness and light.
In the gentle summer breeze
Softly blowing through the trees
They dance about as swiftly comes the night.
Then as evening's stars are seen
And the earth turns darkest green
They become an even lovlier sight.
Glowing in a golden yellow
Floating in the air so mellow
To the darkness they bring such delight.
At the end of busy day
All my cares they take away
Lift my spirits to a lofty height.
Have you seen them as you go
Wandering from to to fro?
Truly want to see them and you might!
