The Fairy Dance

The fairies are dancing-how nimbly they bound!

They flit o'er the grass tops, they touch not the ground,

Their kirtles of green are with diamonds bedight,

All glitter and sparkling beneath the moonlight.

The Fairy Dance

Grace Jones

Hark, hark to their music! how silvery and clear-

'Tis surely the flower-bells that ringing I hear,-

The lazy wing'd moth, with the grasshopper wakes,

And the field-mouse peeps out, and their revel partakes.

How featly they trip it! how happy are they

Who pass all their moments in frolic and play,

Who rove where they list, without sorrows or cares,

And laugh at the fetters mortality wears!

But where have they vanish'd?-a cloud's o'er the moon,

I'll hie to the spot,-they'll be seen again soon-

I hasten-'tis lighter,-and what do I view?-

The fairies were grasses, the diamonds were dew.

And thus do the sparkling illusions of youth

Deceive and allure, and we take them for truth;

Too happy are they who the juggle unshroud

Ere the hint to inspect them be brought by a cloud.

"The Fairy Dance"

Carolina Eliza Scott Richardson

(1777-1853)

Scottish poetess and writer

Meaning of the archaic words in this poem:

kirtles = dress or gown

bedight = adorned

featly= clever or smartly