Every light is a fairy light
Over water, at dusk, at dawn,
Seen from the road through a screen of trees,
Gleaming in glimpses behind a hill.
And every song is a fairy song,
As long as you sing it quietly,
Whisperingly, with no strong rhythm,
Into the ear of someone gone.
Your life itself is a fairy-dream,
Dashing and dancing beyond your reach,
Laughing out echoes in unseen places,
Leading you on till the fever breaks.
And what’s left then? Just memory and shadow.
A pause, a lull, a taking-in of breath.
One last gleam over the dark horizon;
The sweet warm shelter of the endless song.
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