On a breezy night in the Month of June,
I quit the village tavern none too soon
As sunset yielded to twilight’s loom
No lantern had I save the Moon,
Nor companion save a tipsy tune
To guide me through the Ancient Wood.
No need of a steed but my own two feet
to patter down the path well beat.
Old Forest of the lushest green,
Did my eyes just catch a gleam
Of tiny figures ‘pon silver moonbeam?
Have I stepped into Summer’s dream?
Can I believe my own two eyes?
Here I stood a-Mesmerized
Flying ‘neath the Indigo skies
These figures weren’t no fireflies
But glittering little fairy sprites
Out celebrating this night’s delight!
Fluttering with filmy wings
they flocked into their fairy ring
and thus they did begin to sing
with Harps strung of spider string
Melodic music for dandy dancing.
Never heard I a thing so entrancing.
Hid in the thicket I did stay
enchanted by the precious fae
Watching their merriment oh so gay.
When then breaks first ray of day
and all the fairies did then fly away
to my dismay, So I must tarry on my way.