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Goblin, in the Garden

 

Goblin, in the garden,

by the Toadstool Ring,

Why do you wait patiently?

What is it you sing?

Why, when evening shadows

creep across the ground,

Why do you sing out to me

with your hollow sound?

 

"Leave your Mortal sisters,

leave your life of ease,

Come and live in Faerie,

See, I hold the keys!"

 

Quick as quick, some Iron bring!

So I might not hear him sing,

For, his eyes, so dark and wild

Show to me a Faerie's child!

 

by

Shirley Frances Winskill 2001