Sunday, July 02, 2006

Faery Crossing Series #4


Fairy Song

All my life is joy and pleasure,
Sportive as my tuneful measure;
In the rose's cup I dwell,
Balmy sweets perfume my cell;
My food the crimson luscious cherry,
And the vine's luxurious berry;
The nectar of the dew is mine;
Nectar from the flowers divine.

And when I join the fairy band,
Lightly tripping hand in hand,
By the moonlight's quivering beam,
In concert with the dashing stream;
Then my music leads the dance,
When the gentle fays advance;
And oft my numbers on the green,
Lull to rest the fairy queen.

Written By
Felicia Dorothea Browne-Hemans

3 comments:

afp763389 said...

:) wow... this is the magic...

care with that cake eugene

Fantine said...

Sorry for the quite stupid question, but does fairies really exist?

Charlene McNally said...

Well, I guess its how you define faeries. But yes, I do think they exist. :-)