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To: Rambi who wrote (37073)9/2/1999 8:20:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
The beginning of a classic tale of my namesake from somewhere around 1300, who at the hands of a fell faery got himself in the stickiest of wickets...

True Thomas lay oer yond grassy bank,
And he beheld a ladie gay,
A ladie that was brisk and bold,
Come riding oer the fernie brae.

Her skirt was of the grass-green silk,
Her mantel of the velvet fine,
At ilka tett of horse's mane
Hung fifty silver bells and nine.

True Thomas he took off his hat,
And bowed him low down till his knee:
'All hail, though mighty Queen of Heaven!
For your peer on earth I never did see.'

'O no, O no, True Thomas,' she says,
'That name does not belong to me;
I am but the queen of fair Elfland,
And I'm come here for to visit thee.

Well, it's all downhill from here. Trust me on this.

For the sad conclusion, see:

faeryland.tamu-commerce.edu



To: Rambi who wrote (37073)9/2/1999 8:29:00 PM
From: jpmac  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.


W.B. Yeats



To: Rambi who wrote (37073)9/2/1999 8:31:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White  Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 71178
 
Every time a child says "I don't believe in faeries," there is a little faery somewhere that falls down dead.

~Sir James Matthews Barrie

(whoever he was)



To: Rambi who wrote (37073)9/2/1999 8:31:00 PM
From: jpmac  Respond to of 71178
 
Something written while sitting on an Alabama hillside, watching the faery's dance on drifting autumn leaves...

In autumn trance
lover's dance
on crimson leaves in flight
dreams freed by the wind's caress
twirl in Eden's delight
through illusion's diamond sky
to Eros' Land of Youth
in evening's starkest shadow
the fool's paradox truth