Fairy Dance Part 1: (When The World Was Young) Poem by Isadora Quagmire

Where now the keen eye sees but leaf and bough,
And mortal ears hear naught but wind's soft sigh,
A world unseen, unknown, doth linger now,
Beneath the gaze of a forgotten sky.
For in the ancient days, when Earth was young,
And magic yet its primal power kept,
The Little Folk, of whom no bard hath sung
In halls of men, their joyous vigils slept.


They dwell unseen, these spirits light and free,
With hearts so glad, and faces wondrous fair,
As bright as dew upon the summer tree,
And lighter than the gossamer in air.
No sorrow's shadow dims their eyes of blue,
No weight of years their nimble spirits know,
But joy for many days, ever fresh and new,
Like fountains clear, where silver waters flow.