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The Fairy Pendant
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
in 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 good 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 I will wander,
And measure the minds of the flowers,
And gaze on the meadow-mice wary,
And
number their days and their hours--
All: You're wasting away, little fairy.
Second Fairy: O shining ones, lightly
with song pass,
Ah! leave me, I pray you and beg.
My mother drew forth from the long grass
A
piece of a nightingle's egg,
And cradled me here where are sung,
Of birds even, longings for aery
Wild wisdoms of spirit and tongue.
All: You're wasting away, little fairy.
First Fairy [turning away]:
Though
the tenderest roses were round you,
The soul of this pitiless place
With pitiless magic has bound you--
Ah! woe for the loss of your face,
And the loss of your laugh with 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 good band,
She's
wasting away, little fairy.
By W B Yeats
"In this fateful hour
I place Heaven with all it's power.
And the sun with its brightness
And the snow with its whiteness
And the fire with all the strength it hath
And the lightning with its rapid wrath,
And the winds with their swiftness along their path.
The sea with its deepness,
and the rocks with their steepness,
and the earth with it's starkness--
All these things I place
By God's almighty help and grace
Between myself and the powers of darkness."
Madeleine L'Engle A Swiftly Tilting
Planet
Loreley
by: Heinrich Heine
I do not know what
haunts me,
What saddened my mind all day;
An age-old tale confounds me,
A spell I cannot allay.
The air is
cool and in twilight
The Rhine's dark waters flow;
The peak of the mountain in highlight
Reflects the evening glow.
There
sits a lovely maiden
Above so wondrous fair,
With shining jewels laden,
She combs her golden hair.
It falls
through her comb in a shower,
And over the valley rings
A song of mysterious power
That lovely maiden sings.
The
boatman in his small skiff is
Seized by a turbulent love,
No longer he marks where the cliff is,
He looks to the
mountain above.
I think the waves must fling him
Against the reefs nearby,
And that did with her singing
The
lovely Loreley.
Changeling
by Enia Saaski Oak
My dear Mumsie,
I
thought I'd better tell you,
I think you should warned,
That I will not be here
when you wake up in the morn.
There
will be another girl,
Your real daughter don't you know.
With hair as golden as the sun,
And skin as pale as snow.
I'm
not the real Rebekah,
no matter what you tell the folk.
My real, true, pretty,
'chanted name's Enia Saaski Oak.
I
come from oh so far away,
they call it fairyland.
I live with other elfin folk,
my dear, beloved band.
I have
longed to go back,
'Tis the place I do belong,
The days here are so dull,
And very, very long.
I want to fly
in the breeze,
I want to dance with the trees
To be back in faerieland
Is always what I long.
But tonight
the elfin folk are gonna take me back
Don't ask me how I know.
I know I'm gonna go back,
To where the flowers glow.
Soon
I'll be forgotten
By animals and the folk
From now on you'll have Rebekah
'Stead of Enia Saaski Oak.
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Meg Davis, "Dance in The Circle"
Out in the woods is a band of some faeries
They go singing and dancing at night.
They're laughing and drinking,
and soon you'll be thinking,
that you'd come to join in their rite.
If they see you, know they'll entreat you
to come and join in their small friendly dance.
If you do then your soul will go too;
You will lose it with no second chance.
But please come,
join, dance in our Circle,
Our voices will make your heart yearn,
To please come, join, dance in our Circle,
But know that you'll never return.
Heather Alexander's "Creature of the Wood"
I am a creature of the Fey
Prepare to give your soul away
My spell is passion and it is art
My song can bind a human heart
And if you chance to know my face
My hold shall be your last embrace.
I shall be thy lover...
I am unlike a mortal lass
From dreams of longing I have passed
I came upon your lonely cries
Revealed beauty to your eyes
So shun the world that you have known
And spend your nights within my own.
I shall be thy lover...
You shall be known by other men
For your great works of voice and pen
Yet inspiration has a cost
For with me know your soul is lost
I'll take your passion and your skill
I'll take your young life quicker still.
I shall be thy lover...
Through the kisses that I give
I draw from you that I will live
And though you think this weakness grand
The touch of death, your lover's hand
Your will to live has come too late
Come to my arms, and love this fate!
I shall be thy lover...
I am a creature of the Fey
Prepare to give your soul away
My spell is passion and it is art
My song can bind a human heart
And if you chance to know my face
My hold shall be your last embrace.
The Changling
by: Charlotte Mew
Toll no bell
for me, dear Father dear Mother,
Waste no sighs;
There are my sisters, there is my little
brother
Who plays in the place called Paradise,
Your children all, your children for ever;
But I, so wild,
Your disgrace, with the queer brown face, was never,
Never, I know, but half your child!
In the garden at play, all day, last summer,
Far and away I heard
The sweet
"tweet-tweet" of a strange new-comer,
The dearest, clearest call of a bird.
It lived down there in the
deep green hollow,
My own old home, and the fairies say
The word of a bird is a thing
to follow,
So I was away a night and a day.
One evening, too, by the nursery fire,
We snuggled close and sat round so still,
When suddenly as the wind
blew higher.
Something scratched on the window-sill,
A pinched brown face peered in--I shivered;
No
one listened or seemed to see;
The arms of it waved and the wings of it quivered,
Whoo--I knew it
had come for me!
Some are as bad as bad can be!
All night long they danced in the rain,
Round and round
in a dripping chain,
Threw their caps at the window-pane,
Tried to make me scream and shout
And fling
the bedclothes all about:
I meant to stay in bed that night,
And if only you had left a light
They would never have got me out!
Sometimes I wouldn't speak, you see,
Or answer when you spoke to me,
Because in the long, still dusks of Spring
You can hear the whole world whispering;
The shy green grasses making love,
The feathers grow on the dear grey dove,
The
tiny heart of the redstart beat,
The patter of the squirrel's feet,
The pebbles pushing in
the silver streams,
The rushes talking in their dreams,
The swish-swish of the
bat's black wings,
The wild-wood bluebell's sweet ting-tings,
Humming and
hammering at your ear,
Everything there is to hear
In the heart of hidden things.
But not in the midst of the nursery riot,
That's why I
wanted to be quiet,
Couldn't do my sums, or sing,
Or settle down to anything.
And when,
for that, I was sent upstairs
I did kneel down to say my prayers;
But the King who sits on your high church
steeple
Has nothing to do with us fairy people!
'Times I pleased
you, dear Father, dear Mother,
Learned all my lessons and liked to play,
And dearly I loved
the little pale brother
Whom some other bird must have called away.
Why did they bring me here to make
me
Not quite bad and not quite good,
Why, unless They're wicked, do They want, in spite, to take
me
Back to Their wet, wild wood?
Now, every nithing I shall see the windows shining,
The gold
lamp's glow, and the fire's red gleam,
While the best of us are twining twigs and the rest of us are whining
In the hollow by the stream.
Black and chill are Their nights on the wold;
And They live so long and They feel no pain:
I shall grow up, but never grow old,
I shall always, always be very cold,
I shall never
come back again!
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