O spirits of world's interstices
Gaze upon our mortal faces
Enchant us with iridescent aura
Snare us in to eternal hour
Where we frolic with your graces

Around the woods. They gaily go
On wings like arrows, to and fro
Raining down like shimmering snow
Over horizons, touching rainbows

In Faerie's world the magic shows
And through the spirit a warm breeze blows
I repine to have ignorantly forgot
What treasure your grace and beauty beget
You have me rapt in throe