Information Faery Poetry

 

These are numerous poems written about faeries.

You will need the following items for this spell:

Belief in the Fae.

Casting Directions for ‘Information Faery Poetry’

“The land of faery,

Where nobody gets old and godly and grave,

Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise,

Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.”

– William Butler Yeats
*~*~*~*
Come – gather near to the smoldering fire

The embers, aflame, will inspire and console!

Sit in the glade when the faery muse comes –

Magick is made with the flick of our tongues!
Oh! dance with the Sidhe under silvery moon!

Word woven trance is the light of the boon!

Bear ye the hearts of men that are mortal –

Dance with the fey in the boughs of Green Glen!

-Ferrashynn
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The Child and the Faeries

Author~ Unknown
The forests are filled with faeries!

The trees are all alive;

The river overflows with them,

See how they dip and dive!

What funny little fellows!

What dainty little dears!

They dance and leap, and prance and peep,

And utter fairy cheers!
I would like to tame a fairy,

To keep it on a shelf,

And apparel its little self.

I’d teach it pretty ways,

It always should say “please”,

Then you know I’d make it sew,

And curtsey using its knees!
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Behold the chariot of the Fairy Queen!

Saw but the fairy pageant,

The Fairy’s frame was slight–yon fibrous cloud,

As that which, bursting from the Fairy’s form,

The Fairy Queen descended,

FAIRY, FAIRY, FAIRY

‘I am the Fairy MAB: to me ’tis given

The Fairy and the Soul proceeded;

Within the Fairy’s fane.

~W.B. Yeats
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The Fairy and the Spirit

Percy B Shelley
Come faeries, take me out of this dull world,

For I would ride with you upon the end

and dance upon the mountains like a flame
*~*~*~*
Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard

by Leigh Hunt
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,

Of dimensions not gigantic,

Though the moonshine mostly keep us,

Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.
Stolen sweets are always sweeter,

Stolen kisses much completer,

Stolen looks are nice in chapels,

Stolen, stolen, be your own apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,

Then’s the time for orchard-robbing;

Nevertheless the fruit were scarce worth peeling,

Were it not for stealing, stealing.

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Last edited on Feb 26, 2018

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