An Immeasurable Fairyland
I walked into a lonesome glade
Where on stem and leaf and every blade
Of grass there danced a fairy maid
And trails of gems through dew they laid.
Each had a cloud of silver hair
Their dress was white, their feet were bare
And glowing pearls round throats most fair
They danced around crystals most rare.
And round the tree and o’er the stream
A garland like a golden beam
Was hung, the flowers ream on ream
And each was shining with a gleam.
Then finally I turned and left
And though I search till my dying breath
Where that glade was I could not guess
That place of magic fairy-ness.