Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FAIRY GLEN, by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES


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FAIRY GLEN, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I know a place where every wind
Last Line: With songs like thistledown.
Subject(s): Fairies; Wales; Elves; Welshmen; Welshwomen


I KNOW a place where every wind
Moves softly as a sigh,
Where rivers turn their murmurings
Into a lullaby,
And fluted songs like silver clouds
Drift slowly, sweetly by—
Where nightingales have bushed their notes
To listen breathlessly.

I

When, like a lantern, glows the moon
Upon night's high roof-tree,
When dusk has closed the eyes of June
And sleep is on the bee:
If you go gently through the dell
And hide in dewy grass—
May be you'll hear the fairy-bell
And see the fairies pass.

II

They come on music light as air
To revel in the glade,
And hedgerows bend their blossoms there
To hear the serenade:
The night is full of hidden things
And leaves are dimly stirred
By silken whispers like soft wings,
Like heart-beats of a bird.

III

You wonder how the violet grows,
How blooms the daffodil,
These secret things the mavis knows
And tells the dawn—a-thrill:
They grow beneath the magic spell
Of folk in green and brown
Who dance around a golden bell
With songs like thistledown.





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