The Nocturnal Sojourn
At dusk I hear the tinkling of bells
The start of a fairy brigade
Joyously marching from the dells
The company’s hair all in braid
Their cheeks like roses in bloom
Their finery of grand emeralds and jade
The clearing, their will’o wisps illume
And then the dance starts
And so expels my gloom
Their actions fast, their movement like darts
Their banter merry and full of cheer
How easy, I think, it must be for them to steal hearts
When the sun rises, my visitors disappear
Oh, how I cannot wait for their visit next year