10 November 2007

crossing fairyland

a wyvern floats in silence over rocks
upon the steep hillbank there is no sound
no tiny creature moves upon the ground
the sleepy lion shakes his golden locks
the door is open rust has eaten locks
in calm we gaze upon the whole surround
and do not understand just what we've found
the dragon in her cave now snorts and mocks
in their calm bowers all the fauns now sleep
treenymphs and nereids are not awake
but dream of soon possessing human selves
we did not think that you would go so deep
and gaze upon the long-enchanted lake
by which in moonlight dance the noble elves

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