Posted by Admin on 27 January 2008, 12:00 am
Gliding on moonbeams, the fairy feet,
measured and dainty their steps repeat,
spread now are wings with the rainbow hue,
gnomes in the shadows carouse on dew;
dragonflies skim thro’ the perfumed air,
bearing the guests to a magic fare;
youth that’s eternal would mortals sup,
suffered to drink from a pixie’s cup.
Hasten, O hasten, your way to make,
where elves now sing ’neath the mushroom ring.
Moonbeams are on the lake.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council