THE DANCE OF THE ELVES

In the rocks of Granite Bay
Fairies sleep the live-long day,
And up in the Deepwood trees
Fairies are as thick as bees.

If you have the open sight
You may see them any night
In the Dimple dressed in spray,
Where they come to dance and play.

Fairies big and Fairies small,
And Fairies just no size at all,
Up and off on heel and toe,
Trip, trip, trip and away they go.

Near the dawn and near the dark
Fairies dance in Deepwood Park.
Deepwood Fairies dance and glide,
Then on moonbeams off they ride.

Poems of affection. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
London: Gay & Hancock, 1920.


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