Faeries

Come away, Oh Human Child!
To the water and wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
William Butler Yeats

Know you what it is to be a child?...It is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its soul.
-Francis Thompson, Shelley

'Twas I that led you through the painted mead
Where the light fairies danced upon the flowers
Hanging from every leaf an orient pearl
The Wisdom of Dr. Dodypoll,
1660

A virtuous well, about whose flowery banks
The nimble footed fairies dance their rounds,
By the pale moonshine; dipping oftentimes
Their stolen children, so to make them free
From dying flesh and dull mortality
Fletcher

By the moon we sport and play,
With the night begins our day;
As we dance the dew doth fall-
Trip it, little urchins all,
Lightly as the little bee,
Two by two, and three by three;
And about go we, about go we.
-John Lyly, "The Maydes Metamorphosis"

Fae globe from Amy's Graphics

Music is The Fairy King

Updated 9/3/00