Come, faerie, dance with me
Where shaggy sea meets rugged crag.
In mist by shores where fisher folk
Set out to see what fortune brings;
You slip through curtains of the mist
To dance away with me.
We dance to drums and pipe
By flickering light of bonfire brands;
We dance, ’til they begin to fade,
Together find a fresh-lit gleam
Of half forgotten dreams. And then
The music sleeps. I end.

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