First Meeting by Jean and Ron Henry
Up velvet lawns of lilac skies
The tawny moon begins to rise
Behind low, blue-black hills of trees,--
As rises up, in Siren seas,
To rock in purple deeps, hip-hid,
A virgin-bosomed Oceanid.--
Gaunt shadows crouch by tree and scaur,
Like shaggy Satyrs waiting for
The moonbeam Nymphs, the Dryads white,
That take with loveliness the night,
And glorify it with their love.
The sweet, far notes I hear, I hear,
Beyond dim pines and mellow ways,
The song of some fair harvester,
The lovely Limnad of the grove,
Whose singing charms me while it slays.
'O deep! O deep! the earth and air
Are sunk in sleep.
Adieu to care! Now everywhere
Is rest; and by the old oak there
The maiden with the nut-brown hair
Doth keep, doth keep
Tryst with her lover the young and fair.'
Madison Cawein - excerpt from "Forest and Field"
Fairy Wedding - by Jean and Ron Henry
Fairy Wedding (?) by Jean and Ron Henry