Midsummer's Day ~ A poem

One year upon Midsummer’s day

I slept beneath an elder tree

And in my dream while I there dozed,

A faerie came to me

First tall then lithe, then short and stout

Then just like me was she

With pointed ears and gauzy wings

And then with none to see

A light of green surrounded her

I smelled her rosy scent

She spoke like silver bells a-ringing:

“Come see my land,” she said; I went!

Fiddlers played and pipers too

In rings of clover on the hills

I heard the drifting, lovely tune

And it overcame my will!

The faeries danced and ate and drank

As on their merriment they bent

I joined them in a circle dance

And danced till I was spent

When I awoke I was again

Beneath the stately tree

I looked around, but could not find

A one of all the sidhe

I’ve searched for all these many months

To find a Fae to take me back

But the magick of Midsummer,

It seems is what I lack

So I’ll be off to the Faerie lands

In June when the roses bloom

When I see clover rings on the hills afar

and I hear a drifting piping tune!
~ author unknown