by: Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888)
- HE moonlight
fades from flower and tree,
- And the stars dim one by one;
- The tale is told, the song is sung,
- And the Fairy feast is done.
- The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers,
- And sings to them, soft and low.
- The early birds erelong will wake:
- 'Tis time for the Elves to go.
- O'er the sleeping earth we silently pass,
- Unseen by mortal eye,
- And send sweet dreams, as we lightly float
- Through the quiet moonlit sky;--
- For the stars' soft eyes alone may see,
- And the flowers alone may know,
- The feasts we hold, the tales we tell:
- So 'tis time for the Elves to go.
- From bird, and blossom, and bee,
- We learn the lessons they teach;
- And seek, by kindly deeds, to win
- A loving friend in each.
- And though unseen on earth we dwell,
- Sweet voices whisper low,
- And gentle hearts most joyously greet
- The Elves where'er they go.
- When next we meet in the Fairy dell,
- May the silver moon's soft light
- Shine then on faces gay as now,
- And Elfin hearts as light.
- Now spread each wing, for the eastern sky
- With sunlight soon will glow.
- The morning star shall light us home:
- Farewell! for the Elves must go.
POEMS BY LOUISA MAY ALCOTT
"Fairy Song" is reprinted
from Flower Fables. Louisa May Alcott. Boston: George
W. Briggs, 1855.