Faerie Hollow ~ Poetry

The Faerie Hollow

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
than you understand.
~W.B.Yeats~

"Come faeries, take me out of this dull world,
for I would ride with you upon the wind
and dance upon the mountains like a flame"
~W.B.Yeats~
(1865-1939)

Faery Song

Ah! woe is me! poor silver-wing!
That I must chant they lady's dirge,
And death to this fair haunt of spring,
Of melody, and streams of flowery verge --
Poor silver-wing! ah! woe is me!
That I must see these blossoms snow upon thy lady's pall!
Go, pretty page! and in her ear
Whisper that the hour is near!
Softly tell her not to fear
Such calm Favonian burial!
Go, pretty page! and soothly tell --
The blossoms hang by a melting spell,
And fall they must, ere a star wink thrice
Upon her closed eyes,
That now in vain are weeping their last tears,
At sweet life leaving, and these arbours green --
Rich dowry from the Sprit of the Spheres.
Alas! poor queen!

~John Keats~

"Faeries are seen, not by the eyes, but by the heart"

Do you believe in fairies?. . .
If you believe, clap your hands!
~Sir James Mathews Barrie~
(1860-1937)

"Strength and Courage can sometimes be lonely friends,
but those who dream walk in Faerie dust."

April's Charms

WHEN April scatters charms of primrose gold
Among the copper leaves in thickets old,
And singing skylarks from the meadows rise,
To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies;

When I can hear the small woodpecker ring
Time on a tree for all the birds that sing;
And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long --
The simple bird that thinks two notes a song;

When I can hear the woodland brook, that could
Not drown a babe, with all his threatening mood;
Upon these banks the violets make their home,
And let a few small strawberry blossoms come:

When I go forth on such a pleasant day,
One breath outdoors takes all my cares away;
It goes like heavy smoke, when flames take hold
Of wood that's green and fill a grate with gold.

~W.H. Davies~

The Fairy Lough

LOUGHAREEMA! Loughareema
Lies so high among the heather;
A little lough, a dark lough,
The wather's black and deep.
Ould herons go a-fishin' there,
An' sea-gulls all together
Float roun' the one green island
On the fairy lough asleep.

Loughareema, Loughareema;
When the sun goes down at seven,
When the hills are dark an' airy
'Tis a curlew whistles sweet!
Then somethin' rustles all the reeds
That stand so thick and even;
A little wave runs up the shore
An' flees, as if on feet.

Loughareema! Loughareema!
Stars come out, an' stars are hidin';
The wather whispers on the stones,
The flitterin' moths are free.
One'st before the mornin' light
The Horsemen will come ridin'
Roun' an' roun' the fairy lough,
An' no one there to see.

~Moira O'Neill~

"When a new story is told, a Faerie is born."

"Fairyland's always been there,
it always was from the beginning of time
and always will be to the end."

"Faeries take us to a place where wisdom is inseparable
from whimsey, and leprechauns dance with angels"

"Between the worlds of men and make believe I can be found"
~Dan Fogelberg~

A Faery Prayer

Mist-clad in the light of the moon
Starspun seekers - I search for thee!
Faery light - I ask thy boon of branch and thorn and Elder tree!
Wood woven creatures, shadow weavers River keepers - come to me!
Just beyond reaching,
Never in keeping
Spirits of Faery - I call unto thee!
Wind-hewn wildness Dark and brightness
Spiral enchantments - born of the sky!
Cradle me with eleven hands,
Abide with me, thy human child!

"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~