Ere came I ‘pon a field so green,
Neath a midnight sky with shades unseen.
In a woodland glade was this ghostly scene.
Revelry was the noise I heard,
For in the trees was nary a bird,
Nor in the field a mouse brown furred.
Through that hollow rang a stumbling beat,
Drums, harps, viols, and stomping feet,
That drew me forth, enticing sweet.
'Twas then I saw by happenstance
White-robed figures caught in a dance
Amidst the mushroom ring, a startling trance.
“Come,” one said, “hold hands with me!
Dance and sway, wild and free!
Find you nothing here but mirth and glee!”
To her I went, in the soft moonlit glade,
Though I knew not how, revel I made.
To drums I stomped; to fiddle I swayed.
It was then the night grew long.
The fair folk played unending song,
Erewhile was their laughter strong.
Around us then the circle swirled.
To wild song, the dancers whirled.
Time meant naught to all the world.
It was then a sudden sight,
The ghostly veil of dawn’s pale light,
Rose above the glen’s great height.
Then she said, “come, my love, if you intend,
We can this mortal earth ascend,
I’ll show you my land, where all sorrows end.”
It was then that the revels ceased,
The fair folk from their dance released.
Their solemn eyes looked towards the east.
“I cannot,” I said, “For I have sheep to tend,
But still, I wish to call you friend,
If you will once more your hand extend.”
She smiled then and said to me,
“You are most kind, but this is to be
The hour my kingdom calls to me.
“But if by morning you miss me still,
Come when the moon rests on the hill,
Then resume this dance we will.”
As the dawn’s light shining fell,
They left and bade a fond farewell,
And went to the green hill where they dwell.
Then home I went with some dismay
To see my parents, old and gray.
They said I was gone two nights and a day!
When I had told where I had been
My mother had a look ‘most green.
My father from his chair did lean,
“My son, you must not return,
For this is a lesson you must learn,
Their revels are not for us to yearn!”
But e'er since my heart did ache,
For the full moon so I could partake
Of the glee and mirth that they did make.
Now happiness my heart does lack,
And sharp pain does my body wrack,
Despite it all, I must go back.
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