Faery Mist

In the shade where the maidens wade
The dew sleeps on the petals
With an acorn cap and the scent of sap
A lonely pixie meddles.

A mushroom springs from a mossy bed
Of fragrant moonlight dreaming
And from the fire in the head
Enchanted rivers streaming.

Through the mist on the waters of dreaming
Oh drink now from the river of sigh
Where the unseen world is wildly weaving
In the melancholy wood of night.

The silky luminescent wings
Of midnights' moonbeam riddles
Sung upon the silver strings
Of starlit forest fiddles.

The spiral of the branches reach
The pattern of all life
Written in the melody
Upon a faery fife.

Through the mist on the waters of dreaming
Oh drink now from the river of sight
Where the unseen world is wildly weaving
In the melancholy wood of night.

The ivy crowns and lichen gowns
Of dryads' woven dances
Perched upon a toadstool throne
A midnight faery glances.

Under the hill in the wild night
The one the pixies kissed
Hidden from all doubtful sight
The treasures of the mist.

Through the mist on the waters of dreaming
Oh drink now from the river of sight
Where the unseen world is wildly weaving
In the melancholy wood of night.