Literature
Along the Faery Road
O! Follow me into the forest,
Long past where the village flourish;
Unto the hidden faery mound
Where all grand mysteries might be found.
And come with me, little mortal,
To follow hither through the portal
Where many of my kin dance and play
Until the nightingale entreats the day;
There is many a gathering;
You could be the Summer King--
In a place where all are free
And all are beneath the sidhe.
Time stands still, for the eternal dance
Does not wait for that single glance;
A shy courtier you may not be
For, sir, your eyes will not see--
Gilded hangings of the finest leaves,
Newly fallen from Autumn's trees;
The silky carp