Is It Poetry
Dance Of Fairies - Poem by Is It Poetry
When in this a dance of fairies.
Some cry and dance with me.
Some one, told you once, ' they know some said.
Once upon some thyme, green meadows.
When I could not see nor help it,
I freely sing, your voice,
I stand too long some overhear.
Don't trees grow very deep,
and deepest some, are these those wells.
But dreams do not forever weep for me.
Dreams live and die for some one dwells
and sing a plaintive love a mellow song
within the forest, ' all hold dear.
Come cry and dance with me,
twice never dance with me, once more.
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