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411.0. "THE FAIRIES" by DPDMAI::BEAN (free at last...FREE AT LAST!!) Fri Jul 22 1988 16:55

			The Fairies' Ball

When you walked along the valley did you hear the fairies calling
From their fairy homes in leaf and bud about the set o' day?
When the valley-shades grew deeper with the darkness softly falling,
And the sunlight kissed the baby clouds and softly sped away?

Oh, the day is hard and glaring-bright, and birds all day are winging
From the leavelets, tender golden-green, that cluster round the nest;
But the night is soft and mystical, its sweet embraces bringing
The little people's revelry when all the world's at rest.

You may hear the tiny voices if you hide quite still and quiet,
In the purple shadows near the brook that steals the stars away;
There's a sound of fairy music rising - swelling to a riot
Till the furry things come peeping out to hear the fairy lay.

There's a whirring in the duskness - sounds of fairy wings a-flying,
And the shadows are a-teeming with the sounds of fairy mirth;
There is wonder there, and gladness, and no sounds of tears or sighing,
for the gladsome fairies know not of the sorrows of the earth.

Through the magic night the dance continues; all to short the hours,
While the silver moon goes dancing too, across the steely blue,
And silver is the dew-damp grass, and silver sleep the flowers,
And silver glow the shimmering forms that dance the long hours through.

But at last the east wind brings a murmur of the dawn-light's creeping,
And when the first gold gleams come slanting through the mists of morn,
The glades are all deserted, and the weary fairies sleeping,
Waiting till the cool dew-kisses tell them one more night is born.

Yes, you'll hear the fairy revels if your heart is pure and loving,
And your spirit from the childlike things has never learned to stray,
For fairy hearts are timid of the souls that go a-roving
And their paths from those the world has smudged keep very far away.

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This is another poem written by Phila Byrne (I just call her Mom) while 
she was a young firl in Ireland.  Hope you enjoy it.

Tony 

    Great stuff Tony - keep it up.
    
    -Dermot