There is no fairy can hide from me; I see you, Black Wing! HILDA CONKLING FAIRY LAND VER hill, over dale, Through bush, through brier, Over park, over pale, Through flood, through fire, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILL EVER? ILL he ever be weary of wandering, W The flaming sun? Ever weary of waning in lovelight, The white, still moon? Will ever a shepherd come Will ever the Wanderer sail From over the sea, Up the river of water, To the stones to me? Will he take us all into his ship, Dreaming, and waft us far, To where in the clouds of the West The Islands are? WALTER DE LA MARE FR THE OTHERS ROM our hidden places We troop in the moonlight To the edge of the green wrath. There the night through To song and dance And lilt without a name 'Twould put a bird to shame. And many a young maiden And many a youth entranced Moves slowly in the wildered round, His brave lost feet enchanted Music so forest wild And piercing sweet would bring And now they pause in their dancing Earth's straying children With sudden memory wise. They pause, and their eyes in the moonlight With faery wisdom cold, Grow dim, and a thought goes fluttering In hearts no longer old. And then the dream forsakes them, As the whispering music takes them Oh, many a thrush and blackbird |