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              The Fairies At Darle's Realm Welcome You!













              Fairy And Child


              Oh, listen, little Dear-My-Soul,
              To the fairy voices calling,
              For the moon is high in the misty sky
              And the honey dew is falling;
              To the midnight feast in the clover bloom
              The bluebells are a-ringing,
              And it's "Come away to the land of fay"
              That the katydid is singing.



              Oh, slumber, little Dear-My-Soul,
              And hand in hand we'll wander--
              Hand in hand to the beautiful land
              Of Balow, away off yonder;
              Or we'll sail along in a lily leaf
              Into the moon's white halo-
              Over a stream of mist and dream
              Into the land of Balow.



              Or, you shall have two beautiful wings-
              Two gossamer wings and airy,
              And all the while shall the old moon smile
              And think you a little fairy;



              And you shall dance in the velvet sky,
              And the silvery stars shall twinkle
              And dream sweet dreams as over their beams
              Your footfalls softly tinkle.

              ~By Eugene Field












              The Fairy Pendant


              Scene:- A circle of Druidic Stones


              First Fairy.
              Afar from our lawn and our levee,
              O sister of sorrowful gaze!
              Where the roses in scarlet are heavy
              And dream of the end of their days,
              You move in another dominion
              And hang o'er the historied stone:
              Unpruned is your beautiful pinion
              Who wander and whisper alone.

              All.
              Come away while the moon's in the woodland
              We'll dance and then feast in a dairy.
              Though youngest of all in our band,
              You are wasting away, little fairy.

              Second Fairy.
              Ah! cruel ones, leave me alone now
              While I murmur a little and ponder
              The history here in the stone now;
              Then away and away will I wander,
              And measure the minds of the flowers,
              And gaze on the meadow-mice wary,
              And number their days and their hours--

              All.
              You are wasting away, little fairy.

              Second Fairy.
              Ah! leave me, I pray you and beg.
              My mother drew forth from the long grass
              A piece of nightingale's egg,
              And cradled me here where are sung,
              Of birds even, longings for aery
              Wild wisdoms of spirit and tongue.

              All.
              You are wasting away, little fairy.

              First Fairy (turning away).
              Though tenderest roses
              were round you
              The soul of a pitiless place
              With pitiless magic has bound you--
              Ah! woe for the loss of your face,
              And loss of your laugh and its lightness--
              Ah! woe for your wings and your head--
              Ah! woe for your eyes and their brightness--
              Ah! woe for your slippers of red.

              All.
              Come away while the moon's in the woodland
              We'll dance and then feast in a dairy.
              Though youngest of all in our band,
              You are wasting away, little fairy.

              ~by W. B. Yeats






















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