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The Fairy Beam Upon You


Ben Johnson


From "The Gypsies Metamorphosed"


The fairy beam upon you,

The stars to glister on you,

A moon of light

In the noon of night,

Till the firedrake hath o'er-gone you.


The wheel of fortue guide you,

The boy with the bow beside you

Run aye in the way

Till the bird of day

And the luckier lote betide you.


"The land of faery,

Where nobody gets old and godly and grave,

Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise,

Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue."

- William Butler Yeats



The Fairy Pendant

by William Butler Yeats


Scene: A circle of Druidic stones


First Fairy:

Afar from our lawn and our levee,

O sister of sorrowful gaze!

Where the roses in scarlet are heavy

And dream of the end of their days,

You move in another dominion

And hang o'er the historied stone:

Unpruned in your beautiful pinion

Who wander and whisper alone.


All: Come away while the moon's in the woodland,

We'll dance and then feast in a dairy.

Though youngest of all in our good band,

You are wasting away, little fairy.


Second Fairy:

Ah! cruel ones, leave me alone now

While I murmur a little and ponder

The history here in the stone now;

Then away and away I will wander,

And measure the minds of the flowers,

And gaze on the meadow-mice wary,

And number their days and their hours--


All: You're wasting away, little fairy.


Second Fairy:

O shining ones, lightly with song pass,

Ah! leave me, I pray you and beg.

My mother drew forth from the long grass

A piece of a nightingle's egg,

And cradled me here where are sung,

Of birds even, longings for aery

Wild wisdoms of spirit and tongue.


All: You're wasting away, little fairy.


First Fairy [turning away]:

Though the tenderest roses were round you,

The soul of this pitiless place

With pitiless magic has bound you--

Ah! woe for the loss of your face,

And the loss of your laugh with its lightness--

Ah! woe for your wings and your head--

Ah! woe for your eyes and their brightness--

Ah! woe for your slippers of red.


We'll dance and then feast in a dairy.

Though youngest of all in our good band,

She's wasting away, little fairy.


The Stolen Child


by William Butler Yeats


Where dips the rocky highland

Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,

There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water-rats;

There we've hid our faery vats,

Full of berries

And of the reddest stolen cherries.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.


Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim grey sands with light,

Far off by furthest Rosses

We foot it all the night,

Weaving olden dances,

Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight;

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles,

While the world is full of troubles

And is anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.


Where the wandering water gushes

From the hills above Glen-Car,

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star,

We seek for slumbering trout

And whispering in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams;

Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears

Over the young streams

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.


Away with us he's going,

The solemn eyed:

He'll hear no more the lowing

Of the calves on the warm hillside

Or the kettle on the hob

Sing peace into his breast,

Or see the brown mice bob

Round and round the oatmeal-chest.

For he comes, the human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.


The Sidhe


Elizabeth Chamberlain


When the moon is full

On a starless night

A lone Sidhe puts his lips to the horn

And he begins to blow


The music echoes through the fog

Each Sidhe picks up the song

The grey horses lift their ears

Answer the call, then begins to run across the bog


They ride in the wild hunt

Strange wild and free

The mist roils as they fly

Everyone douth flee


They ride through the forest dark

The ground is hard

They kill on a lark

Full of the battle lust


A fire burns inside their hearts

Driving others to pain

They destroy, they hurt

For nothing to gain


When the moon is full

On a starless night

A lone Sidhe puts his lips to the horn

And he begins to blow


The Child and the Faeries


Author~ Unknown


The woods are full of faeries!

The trees are all alive;

The river overflows with them,

See how they dip and dive!

What funny little fellows!

What dainty little dears!

They dance and leap, and prance and peep,

And utter fairy cheers!

I'd like to tame a fairy,

To keep it on a shelf,

And dress its little self.

I'd teach it pretty manners,

It always should say "please",

And then you know I'd make it sew,

And curtsey with its knees!





"In olde days of the King Artour,

Of which the Bretons speken gret honour,

All was this lond fulfilled of faerie;

The elf-quene, with hire joly compagnie,

Danced ful oft in many a grene mede.

This was the old opinion as I rede;

I speke of many hundred yeres ago;

But now can no man see non elves mo,

For now the grete charitee and prayers

Of limitoures and othere freres,

That serchen every land, and every streme,

As thickke as motes in the sunnebeme,

Blissing halles, chambres, kichenes, and boures,

Citees and burghes, castles highe and toures,

Thropes and bernes, shepenes and dairies,

This maketh that ther ben no faeries."


The Fairy Child


Lord Dunsanay


From the low white walls and the church's steeple,

From our little fields under grass or grain,

I'm gone away to the fairy people

I shall not come to the town again.


You may see a girl with my face and tresses,

You may see one come to my mother's door

Who may speak my words and may wear my dresses.

She will not be I, for I come no more.


I am gone, gone far, with the fairies roaming,

You may ask of me where the herons are

In the open marsh when the snipe are homing,

Or when no moon lights nor a single star.

On stormy nights when the streams are foaming

And a hint may come of my haunts afar,

With the reeds my floor and my roof the gloaming,

But I come no more to Ballynar.


Ask Father Ryan to read no verses

To call me back, for I am this day

From blessings far, and beyond curses.

No heaven shines where we ride away.


At speed unthought of in all your stables,

With the gods of old and the sons of Finn,

With the queens that reigned in the olden fables

And kings that won what a sword can win.

You may hear us streaming above your gables

On nights as still as a planet's spin;

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 that other child

Who prays with you by the village steeple

I am gone away to the woods and wild.


I am gone away to the open spaces,

And whither riding no man may tell;

But I shall look upon all your faces

No more in Heaven or Earth or Hell.


Faery Song


William Butler Yeats


Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania, in their

bridal sleep under a Cromlech.


We who are old, old and gay,

O so old!

Thousands of years, thousands of years,

If all were told:


Give to these children, new from the world,

Silence and love;

And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,

And the stars above:


Gie to these children, new from the world,

Rest far from men.

Is anything better, anything better?

Tell us it then:


Us who are old, old and gay,

O so old!

Thousands of years, thousands of years,

If all were told.

La Belle Dame sans Merci


John Keats


Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,

Alone and palely loitering?

The sedge has withered from the lake,

And no birds sing.


Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,

So haggard and so woe-begone?

The squirrel's granary is full,

And the harvest's done


I see a lily on thy brow,

With anguish moist and fever-dew,

And on thy cheeks a fading rose

Fast withereth too.


I met a lady in the meads,

Full beautiful - a faery's child,

Her hair was long, her foot was light,

And her eyes were wild.


I made a garland for her head,

And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;

She looked at me as she did love,

And made sweet moan.


I set her on my pacing steed,

And nothing else saw all day long,

For sidelong would she bend, and sing

A faery's song.


She found me roots of relish sweet,

And honey wild, and manna-dew,

And sure in language strange she said -

'I love the true'.


She took me to her elfin grot,

And there she wept and sighed full sore,

And there I shut her wild wild eyes

With kisses four.


And there she lulled me asleep

And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! -

The latest dream I ever dreamt

On the cold hill side.


I saw pale kings and princes too,

Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;

They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci

Hath thee in thrall!'


I saw their starved lips in the gloam,

With horrid warning gaped wide,

And I awoke and found me here,

On the cold hill's side.


And this is why I sojourn here

Alone and palely loitering,

Though the sedge is withered from the lake,

And no birds sing.


Mor of Cloyne


Alfred Perceval Graves


Mor of Cloyne, a Munster Princess, is singing at the door of a

Fairy rath to her sister, a captive within it, the magic tune by

which she once escaped from a like captivity.


Little Sister, whom the Fay

Hides away within his doon,

Deep below yon seeding fern,

Oh, list and learn my magic tune.


Long ago, when snared like thee

By the shee, my harp and I

O'er them wove the slumber spell,

Warbling well its lullaby.


Till with dreamy smiles they sank,

Rank on rank, before the strain;

And I rose from out the rath,

And found my path to earth again.


Little Sister, to my woe

Hid below among the Shee,

List and learn the magic tune,

That it full soon may succour thee.


A Lover's Quarrel among the Fairies


William Butler Yeats


A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.


Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid!

We will lead you hand in hand

By the willows in the glade,

By the gorse on the high land,


By the pasture where the lambs

Shall awake with lonely bleat,

Shivering closer to their dams

From the rustling of our feet.


You will with the banshee chat,

And will find her good at heart,

Sitting on a warm smooth mat

In the green hill's inmost part.


We will bring a crown of gold

Bending humbly every knee,

Now thy great white doll to hold --

Oh, so happy would we be!


Ah it is so very big,

And we are so very small!

So we dance a fairy jig

To the fiddle's rise and fall.


Yonder see the fairy girls

All their jealousy display,

Lift their chins and toss their curls,

Lift their chins and turn away.


See you, brother, Cranberry Fruit --

He! ho! ho! the merry blade! --

Hugs and pets and pats yon newt,

Teasing every wilful maid.


Girl Fairies: Lead they one with foolish care,

Deafening us with idle sound --

One whose breathing shakes the air,

One whose footfall shakes the ground.


Come you, Coltsfoot, Mousetail, come!

Come I know where, far away,

Owls there be whom age makes numb;

Come and tease them till the day.


Puffed like puff-balls on a tree,

Scoff they at the modern earth --

Ah! how large mice used to be

In their days of youthful mirth!


Come, beside a sandy lake,

Feed a fire with stems of grass;

Roasting berries steam and shake --

Talking hours swiftly pass!


Long before the morning fire

Wake the larks upon the green.

Yonder foolish ones will tire

Of their tall, new-fangled queen.


They will lead her home again

To the orchard-circled farm;

At the house of weary men

Raise the door-pin with alarm,


And come kneeling on one knee,

While we shake our heads and scold

This their wanton treachery,

And our slaves be as of old.




~*~Look ye there on distant hill,


Lords, I beg ye pardon.


And I will show you, if ye will,


A flower of the Garden.~*~


~*~Flourish nigh from of the sun,


Nor rains, its petals bloom.


But in thine eye its place is won,


To draw it from its loom.~*~


~*~Look ye there, and shall ye see,


Yon miracle entire.


Flower-borne, her entity


Our Lady of the Empire.~*~


~*~Soaring high, into thy sight,


Rainbow-kissed, her wings.


Sparkling, fairy dust so bright,


Heaven's harp, she sings.~*~


~*~Sing ye now thy Spirit song


DFairy Queen shall see.


Shout it out the whole day long,


Embrace it unto thee~*~

Sent by Fairy Titania


The faeries are all around us,

But you have to know where to look.

They don't only exist in faerie tales,

Or just in make believe books.

They sprinked their faerie glitter,

All through the night and day.

They know how to make you happpy,

In almost every single way.

So don't be a sceptic,

Don't dare say that they aren't real.

Because they are living creature, too,

they have emotions and they feel.

If you get caught in a streak of pure luck,

or you are one of the fortanate few.

You may be creeping through your backyard,

And see some twinkling out of the blue.

So keep your eyes near the ground,

and look for the beautiful twinkle.

If you do then you will know,

You are seeing the pretty little people.

By Rachel Freeman


"Farmer Rachel" pottygirl@yahoo.com



I dreamt a dream last night,

And wanted to share it at the Fights.


There was a big meeting, where I stood,

And the teams were aruging about something not very good.

And as I wondered what that was,

I realised that the Spirit was breaking apart,

And I wanted to do something, but didn't

know how to start!

I tried to say it so loud,

I wanted to shout it out!

Keep the Spirit together my friends,

cannot u understand?

The fights are nothing without u my friends!

There was something burning deep in me,

that wanted somuc to be set free.


I saw the Fairies surrond the teams,

and told them to stop being mean!

The fights are fun, they said,

You should know that they are great!

But the teams were fighting all the wrong way,

I was so scared they'll be like that everyday!


The fairies were so upset they vowed,

that they would keep the teams together,

The spirit will live on forever.

They joined their hands,

And invited the Wee One's, DMan, DPatrol to do the same.

They waited for DSpirit to come.


DSpirit appeared quietly,

It was afraid that the teams would reject it.

But the fairies were there,

and they really cared.

The spirit came into each and everyone of us,

It made us remember the joy,

DSpirit spread and didn't die,

The fairies smiled and told themselves,

their work was done,

and away they wanted to dance.

Around the circle, they showed us how,

To love again and not be such a louse.

The spirit encircled everyone of us,

Made us united again, made us trust.


The Fairies were the giving ones,

but they're hard work will never be done.

They spread the spirit around for us!

So today after that one dream,

I wondered what the Fights would be like without fairies being seen,

And never have they're joyful dusting,

I felt just like crying!

Thank you fairies,

you don't know how much,

to feel each and every one of your's special touch!

Thank you for the endless encouragements,

There was never any rejection.

All of you, spirited and kind,

Here you go, a glass of wine!!!!!








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