Fairy folk from out the wood
dusty from their roaming
singing, chanting, laughing wild
gather in the gloaming.
Shadow shapes they flit and flirt
whisking 'neath the eaves
dancing through the dimpsy cool,
a rustle through the leaves.
Star and moon and fire flies
shine upon the greeting
of little folk, the magic folk
at their solstice meeting.
Round about my house they race
in suits of forest gleaning
leaping high in their joy
bright, bright eyes a-gleaming.
Beside my hearth there is a stool
small and neat and tricksy
a stool so small as for a doll
but mine is for a Pixie.
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