Here are some of my favorite Faerie Poems.
Faery Song
By John Keats
Ah! woe is me! poor silver-wing!
That I must chant they lady's dirge,
And death to this fair haunt of spring,
Of melody, and streams of flowery verge --
Poor silver-wing! ah! woe is me!
That I must see
These blossoms snow upon thy lady's pall!
Go, pretty page! and in her ear
Whisper that the hour is near!
Softly tell her not to fear
Such calm Favonian burial!
Go, pretty page! and soothly tell --
The blossoms hang by a melting spell,
And fall they must, ere a star wink thrice
Upon her closed eyes,
That now in vain are weeping their last tears,
At sweet life leaving, and these arbours green --
Rich dowry from the Spirit of the Spheres.
Alas! poor queen!
THE CHILD AND THE FAERIES
The woods are full of
faeries!
>The trees are all alive;
The river overflows with
them,
See how they dip and dive!
What funny little fellows!
What dainty little dears!
They dance and leap, and
prance and peep,
And utter fairy cheers!
I'd like to tame a fairy,
To keep it on a shelf, and dress its little self.
I'd teach it pretty manners,
It always should say "please",
And then you know I'd make it
sew,
And curtsy with its knees.
Both these poems were taken from:
http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Meadows/1322/poetry.htm
When the first baby laughed
for the very first time,
the laugh broke into a thousand pieces
and they went skipping about,
and that's the beginning of faeries.
Sir James Matthews Barrie
1860-1937
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxslips and the nodding violet grows;
Quite overcanopied with lush woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with englantine:
There sleeps Titania some time of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and enamell'd skin,
Weed wide open enough to wrap a fairy in:
William Shakespeare from a Midsummer nights dream
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy Glen
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk
Trooping altogether;
Green Jacket, red cap
And white owls feather!
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow-tide foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake
With frogs for their watchdogs,
All night awake.
William Allingham from the Fairies.
Here in cool grot and mossy cell,
We rural fays and fairies dwell;
Though rarely seen by mortal eye,
When pale moon, ascending high,
Darts through yon limes her quivering beams,
We frisk it near these crystal streams.
William Shenstone(1714-63)
I love faerie Tales.
The great thing about them is they don’t need to make any sense.
There are no set rules and you are not
looking for a hidden moral because there rarely is one.
A faerie tale doesn’t necessarily have to
involve faeries and beautiful princesses and evil witches.
I heard this story on an episode of the TV
show ‘My so called life’. I am not
really sure if it can be classed as a faerie tale but in my eyes it is.
Once upon a time there lived a girl. She slept in a lovely little cottage made of ginger bread and candy.
She was always asleep. One morning she woke up, and the candy had mould on it.
Her father blew her a kiss and the house fell down. She realized she was lost.
She found herself walking down a crowded street. But the people were made of paper.
Like paper dolls. She blew everyone a kiss good bye and watched as they blew away.
I love that story because there is obviously so much emotion behind
the readers words and it is so perfectly written. It makes both no sense and so much sense at the same time.
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