Fairies
The Water Fairy
Her weary will of fairy flight
Has fallen far from loving light
Into the sea, where one will soak
And thus was gathered, in plain cloak
Cast asleep in cloudless shell
Escaping tears and taunts of knell
She lie amidst a licking flame
To heat the hurt, the harm, the shame
A stranger who hath rarely spoke
Took care to cure ‘til she awoke
With thoughts unclear, but mind not sleeping,
She kneeled down and began weeping,
“All in peace had once been free
To taste of times once known to thee
Alas! The land brings naught but frowns
I fancy you should let me drown!”
“But princess,” spoke the stranger slow,
“You must not leave your spirit low,
I’ve risked my life when winds would blow
To feed the village down below.”
“Am I beloved? I do not know,
I have no family to show
No wife with whom I’d share my woe
But still I chase the ocean’s flow.”
“Good sailor,” spoke the fairy sweet,
“I wished that we would someday meet,
When sun and water rise to greet,
But not in the face of defeat.”
“Still my guest you are,” said he.
“Still my caring host,” said she,
“And I will stay and be thy bride,
Escaped to this world, where I hide.”
The fairy, faithful to her word,
Takes shape in form of human girl,
Safer in the grasp of man
Than in time of tainted Pan.
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