Tuesday, June 23, 2009

the fairy dance

The soft stars are shining, The moon is alight, The folk of the forest, Are dancing tonight! Oh swift and gay, Is the song that they sing, They float and sway, As they dance and sing. O seek not to find them, The wee folk so fair; They're shy as the swallow, And swift as the air. If you come, they are gone Like a snowflake in May, Like a breath, like a sigh, They vanish away. (Katherine Davis)


naorem ashish said...

nice but goes over my comment:)

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