The Fairy's Song

"Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy!"--SHAKSPEARE.

I am a wand'rer o'er earth and sea,

The trackless air has a path for me;

Ye may trace my steps on the heather green,

By the emerald ring, where my foot hath been;

Ye may hear my voice in the night wind's sigh,

Or the wood's low moan when a storm is nigh.

My task is to brighten the rainbow's hue,

To sprinkle the
flowers with glit'ring dew,

To steep in crimson the evening cloud,

And wrap the hills in their misty shroud;

To track the course of a wandering star,

And marshal it back to its home afar.

I am no child of the murky night,

But a being of music, and joy, and light;

If the fair moon sleep in her bower o'er long,

I break on her rest with my mirthful song;

And when she is shining o'er hill and heath,

I dance in the revels of Gwyn ab Nudd. {65}

Few are the mortals whose favoured feet

May tread unscathed where the fairies meet;

Wo to the tuneless tongue and ear,

And the craven heart, that has throbbed with fear,

If I meet them at night, on the lonely heath,

As I haste to the banquet of Gwyn ab Nudd.

But joy to the minstrel, whose deathless song

On the breeze of the mountain is borne along,

And joy to the warrior, whose heart and hand

Are strong in the cause of his native land;

For them we are twining our fairest wreath,

They are welcome as moonlight to Gwyn ab Nudd!