A fairie in the rushes calls my name
And bids me come and follow him away.
Would that I could leave my work for play
And follow little fairies all the day.
A fairie in the rushes grows impatient
And gives me just until he counts to three
To decide what my choice will be.
Would that I could let him entice me.
A fairie in the rushes flits away.
I could not answer him or I should cry,
The little fairie creature knew not why.
Would that I could flee to Gramarye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem