His Heart Is In Faerie

He left upon the northern road.
I told him not to tarry,
For he has borne a heavy load
Since he returned from Faerie.

But he never really returned at all,
Nor did he laugh, nor was merry.
His face and heart were closed, a wall,
His mind still in Faerie.

He had walked upon greener hills,
And had forgotten to be chary
When he looked into the brilliant rills
That run throughout all Faerie.

Yes, my love, I sent him back again;
I would have greater guilt to carry
If I let him remain among his fellow men,
For his heart is still in Faerie.