by Dorothea Barth ©2012
Once you peeked from every flower
Cavorted in the dew
You perched on robin, fawn, or hare
The faeries that I knew
Effervescent, luminescent
Your swirling faery dance
So swiftly vanished from my sight
Will you fly back perchance?
In mournful mist the Muses sing
Inspirers of the arts:
Fleet faeries will return to those
Who see with open hearts
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