A bush of May flowers with the bees around them;
Ah, sure no tasteful nook would be without them;
And let a lush laburnum oversweep them,
And let long grass grow round the roots to keep them
Moist, cool and green; and shade the violets,
That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.
(John Keats)
I gazed awhile, and felt as light, and free
As though the fanning wings of Mercury
Had played upon my heels:
I was light-hearted
And many pleasures to my vision started;
So I straightway began to pluck a posey
Of luxuries bright, milky, soft and rosy.
(John Keats)
The Fairy Call (A spell for summoning fairies)
Sit where cats sit.
Cross your toes.
Close your eyes.
And smell a rose.
Then say under your breath:
"I believe in fairies, sure as death"
Gadflykins! Gladtrypins!
Come to me fairly.
Each lad and lass!
... and maybe, soon, a little Fairy will guide your way...
