Day 25 - Fairy Song - by Louisa May Alcott

What a whimsical poem this is. In reading it, you can just imagine Louisa May Alcott as a wild tumultuous child filling her own imagination with fairies and elves, flowers and feasts, dreams and starlit skies. She wrote poetry from the age of seven as an escape from poverty and her father's strict discipline and later the civil war where she was a nurse. She never married. Perhaps she was too much in love with writing. She is most famous for the book 'Little Women'.

Here is my spoken version of this poem:
https://soundcloud.com/raindrop-11/fairy-song

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Fairy Song - by Louisa May Alcott

The moonlight fades from flower and rose
And the stars dim one by one;
The tale is told, the song is sung,
And the Fairy feast is done.
The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers,
And sings to them, soft and low.
The early birds erelong will wake:
'T is time for the Elves to go.

O'er the sleeping earth we silently pass,
Unseen by mortal eye,
And send sweet dreams, as we lightly float
Through the quiet moonlit sky;--
For the stars' soft eyes alone may see,
And the flowers alone may know,
The feasts we hold, the tales we tell;
So't is time for the Elves to go.

From bird, and blossom, and bee,
We learn the lessons they teach;
And seek, by kindly deeds, to win
A loving friend in each.
And though unseen on earth we dwell,
Sweet voices whisper low,
And gentle hearts most joyously greet
The Elves where'er they go.

When next we meet in the Fairy dell,
May the silver moon's soft light
Shine then on faces gay as now,
And Elfin hearts as light.
Now spread each wing, for the eastern sky
With sunlight soon shall glow.
The morning star shall light us home:
Farewell! for the Elves must go.

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