Midsummer: Faery Riders
Faery Riders
When the moon is round and white
The Faery Riders shake the night
With song and laughter going by:
I love to hear the noise they make,
The pine trees hear it too, and wake;
It fills the room in which I lie.
I hear the trumpets long and loud,
I hear the voices of a crowd,
I hear the horses prancing by:
All night they pass, and pass, and pass,
But not one little blade of grass
Is trampled down or turned away.
If I could see their faces plain,
Or run beside the bridle rein
Of Mab the Queen, as she comes by:
I might know all the Faeries know,
And follow, follow where they go
Before the sun climbs up the sky.
But though I hurry might and main
To look out through the windowpane,
I never see them passing by.
Just when I reach the window sill
The music stops and all is still:
Only the wind is passing by.
—Ella Young
June 20, 2011 at 9:09 pm
Beautiful poem.
The other night I stayed up all night reading The Hunger Games and at a very intense moment in the story I gasped and came back to the real world, as it were. The first thing I noticed, even before I noticed that the sky was getting light, was the noise. Pre dawn hours in June are NOISY!! Birds and birds and more birds. And apparently Faery Riders, too 🙂