The Faerie Night
Beneath Orion’s bright eyes,
beneath the ramping bear,
the bosque boasts a phantom host
with sword and spear.
The gray-sheen bushes shine
where the waning moon still gleams,
and the shadowed night burns silver-white
in mystic dreams.
The clustered kindred pause
like shadows of faerie folk:
the tumbled pear in the night–beware
of its daggered cloak!
And I–have I charm or spell?
For the desert sylvans wait,
yet their hosts stand deep where shadows creep
when the moon is late.
On the breeze their whispers fly;
I listen and glimpse and guess;
when moonlight peers through faerie spears,
I blink and bless.
Yet they’re round me one and all—
is the moon a wizard old?
For his magic grand makes an elven land.
Am I too bold?
A magical night when Faerie comes to the desert!
Very charming- I liked the cloaked daggers as anyone who has brushed up against these knows