Fairy Tales

I met a lady in the meads

Full beautiful, a faery's child

Her hair was long,

her foot was light

And her eyes were wild

John Keats, La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Do you seek the Road to Fairyland

I'll tell, it's easy, quite

Wait till a yellow moon gets up

O'er purple seas by night,

And gilds a shining pathway

That is sparkling diamond bright

Then, if no evil power be nigh

To thwart you, out of spite,

And if you know the very words

To cast a spell of might,

You get upon a thistledown,

And, if the breeze is right,

You sail away to Fairyland

Along this trick of light.

Ernest Thompson Seton, The Road to Fairyland