If you deeply read a faery poem it's very interesting and makes you wonder. I felt I had to share these interesting poems to you and I hope you like them.
The Changeling by Charlotte Mew Toll no bell for me, dear Father dear Mother, Waste no sighs; There are my sisters, there is my little brother Who plays in the place called Paradise, Your children all, your children for ever; But I, so wild, Your disgrace, with the queer brown face, was never, Never, I know, but half your child! In the garden at play, all day, last summer, Far and away I heard The sweet "tweet-tweet" of a strange new-comer, The dearest, clearest call of a bird. It lived down there in the deep green hollow, My own old home, and the fairies say The word of a bird is a thing to follow, So I was away a night and a day. One evening, too, by the nursery fire, We snuggled close and sat round so still, When suddenly as the wind blew higher. Something scratched on the window-sill, A pinched brown face peered in--I shivered; No one listened or seemed to see; The arms of it waved and the wings of it quivered, Whoo--I knew it had come for me! Some are as bad as bad can be! All night long they danced in the rain, Round and round in a dripping chain, Threw their caps at the window-pane, Tried to make me scream and shout And fling the bedclothes all about: I meant to stay in bed that night, And if only you had left a light They would never have got me out! Sometimes I wouldn't speak, you see, Or answer when you spoke to me, Because in the long, still dusks of Spring You can hear the whole world whispering; The shy green grasses making love, The feathers grow on the dear grey dove, The tiny heart of the redstart beat, The patter of the squirrel's feet, The pebbles pushing in the silver streams, The rushes talking in their dreams, The swish-swish of the bat's black wings, The wild-wood bluebell's sweet ting-tings, Humming and hammering at your ear, Everything there is to hear In the heart of hidden things. But not in the midst of the nursery riot, That's why I wanted to be quiet, Couldn't do my sums, or sing, Or settle down to anything. And when, for that, I was sent upstairs I did kneel down to say my prayers; But the King who sits on your high church steeple Has nothing to do with us fairy people! 'Times I pleased you, dear Father, dear Mother, Learned all my lessons and liked to play, And dearly I loved the little pale brother Whom some other bird must have called away. Why did they bring me here to make me Not quite bad and not quite good, Why, unless They're wicked, do They want, in spite, to take me Back to Their wet, wild wood? Now, every nithing I shall see the windows shining, The gold lamp's glow, and the fire's red gleam, While the best of us are twining twigs and the rest of us are whining In the hollow by the stream. Black and chill are Their nights on the wold; And They live so long and They feel no pain: I shall grow up, but never grow old, I shall always, always be very cold, I shall never come back again!
The Loreley by Heinrich Heine I do not know what haunts me, What saddened my mind all day; An age-old tale confounds me, A spell I cannot allay. The air is cool and in twilight The Rhine's dark waters flow; The peak of the mountain in highlight Reflects the evening glow. There sits a lovely maiden Above so wondrous fair, With shining jewels laden, She combs her golden hair. It falls through her comb in a shower, And over the valley rings A song of mysterious power That lovely maiden sings. The boatman in his small skiff is Seized by a turbulent love, No longer he marks where the cliff is, He looks to the mountain above. I think the waves must fling him Against the reefs nearby, And that did with her singing The lovely Loreley.
The Fairies by William Allingham Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home, They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain-lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake. High on the hill-top The old King sits; He is now so old and gray He's nigh lost his wits. With a bridge of white mist Columbkill he crosses On his stately journeys From Slieveleague to Rosses; Or going up with music On cold starry nights, To sup with the Queen Of the gay Northern Lights. They stole little Bridget For seven years long; When she came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back, Between the night and morrow, They thought that she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow. They have kept her ever since Deep within the lake, On a bed of flag-leaves, Watching till she wake. By the craggy hill-side, Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorn-trees For pleaseure here and there. Is any man so daring As to dig one up in spite, He shall find the thornies set In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
Changeling by Enia Saaski Oak My dear Mumsie, I thought I'd better tell you, I think you should warned, That I will not be here when you wake up in the morn. There will be another girl, Your real daughter don't you know. With hair as golden as the sun, And skin as pale as snow. I'm not the real Rebekah, no matter what you tell the folk. My real, true, pretty, 'chanted name's Enia Saaski Oak. I come from oh so far away, they call it fairyland. I live with other elfin folk, my dear, beloved band. I have longed to go back, 'Tis the place I do belong, The days here are so dull, And very, very long. I want to fly in the breeze, I want to dance with the trees To be back in faerieland Is always what I long. But tonight the elfin folk are gonna take me back Don't ask me how I know. I know I'm gonna go back, To where the flowers glow. Soon I'll be forgotten By animals and the folk From now on you'll have Rebekah 'Stead of Enia Saaski Oak
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