Midsummer: Faery Riders

Full Moon Winter Solstice

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

One Response to “Midsummer: Faery Riders”

  • Alyss
    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 🙂

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