At Midsummer
One year upon Midsummer's Day
I slept beneath an elder tree
And in my dreams while there I dozed
A Fairie came to me.
First tall and lithe, then short and stout
Then just like me was she
With pointed ears and gauzy wings
And then with none to see
A light of green surrounded her,
I smelled her rosy scent
She spoke like silver bells a~ringing:
"Come see my land!" she said...I went
Fiddlers played, and pipers, too
In rings of clover on the hills
I heard the drifting, lovely tune
And it overcame my will!