In Faerie Glade Poem by John Bliven Morin

Sun sinks quickly -
Red-yellow fellow -
Twilight spreads shade
Like a blanket,
Dotted and mottled,
In Faerie Glade.

Faeries on butterflies
Utter cries, flutter by,
On summer breeze,
Among the blossoms,
So easily, teasily,
Of apple trees.

Pixies on fireflies,
Dashing and flashing,
On summer air;
Like flickering stars,
Wee lights in flight,
Everywhere.

Gnomes on frog-steeds,
Giddily on water-lillies,
Race here and yond;
Dashing and splashing
Madly, pad to pad,
Across the pond.

Moon goddess sends
Gentle beams, dreams,
While magick ones play;
Mortals sleep deeply, unaware,
Night features creatures
Immortal and fey.

Elven horns sounding,
Blowing, night's going;
All creatures bade,
Time to go home!
Hide where you abide,
In Faerie Glade!