'The Fairy Child'
by
Lord Dunsay
At speed unthought of in all of your stables,
With the Gods of Old and Son of Finn
With the Queens that resigned in the older fables
And Kings that won with sword can win
You may hear us streaming above your gables
On nights as still as a planet spins
But never stir from your chairs and tables
To call my name I shall not come in
For I am gone to the Fairy people
Make the most of the other child
Who prays with you by the village steeple
I am gone away to the woods and the wild
I am gone away to the open spaces
And wither riding no man may tell
But I shall look upon all of your faces
No more in heaven or earth or hell
When I sound the fairy call
gather here in silent meeting
Chin to knee on the orchard wall
cooled with dew and cherries eating.
Merry , merry take a cherrry ,
mine ae sounder , mine are rounder
Mine are sweeter for the eater ,
when the dews fall.
And youll be fairies all.