Hie and see them cavorting there,
There in the woodland
Darkening fair,
Flitting about with sleight of hand.
Now you see them.
Now you don't.
For if faeries
Don't want mortals to see them,
Mortals won't!
Hie and see them on the hill,
Frolicking there over rock
And rill.
Ever the tempestuous,
Untamed woodland sprites still,
Abiding merriment,
Sporting playful will...
Faeries fairly wear their frivolity
Mid antics mesmerizing,
With scarce any accountability
Mysteriously fascinating,
Without care flitting,
Darting hither and there,
With ribbons streaming,
Everywhere,
Flounces flippantly flying...
I see faeries hanging lightly in air,
Dangling jauntily debonair.
Making impassioned reason stare.
Weaving presence magical,
Whispered softly in a dream
Enchanted presences phenomenal...
Some as small as flowers seem.
Some as I as tall...
Faeryfolk one and all.
If thou wilt but listen,
Quiet and still,
Ye twill hear that mystical being.
In sweetest rapture
Lilting faery songs sing...

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