Full Moon

The moon is full, the air is clear,
The wind sighs gently in the tree.
Sleep gently on in peace my dear,
For the wind is calling soft to me.

Away, away! From bed and house, away!
Down silent woodland paths,
Awash in pale moonlight. Away!
From bustling town so full of wrath,
Away.

O come with me and you will see,
A world beyond your wild imaginings,
A world of elves and dwarves. See!
All hidden from mortal beings,
See!

Soft from house and bed I slip,
Down silent woodland paths I creep,
Awash in pale moonlight, and elven guard,
Stands sentinal oer fairy doings deep.

And, while the world so softly sleeps,
I, with avarice devour,
The sights and scenes of that
Enchanted moonlit hour.

The wind my mentor softly relates,
Of maidens fair and dragons rare,
While the moonlight cunningly paints,
Valorous deeds of elves and men who dare.

Great elven kingdoms rise and fall,
And many an elven warrior, armed for war
Rides jingling past, to heed the call,
And follow the Faerie King to war.

The enchanted hours drift softly by,
And a thousand fancies bewitch my mind,
But in the space of an elven sigh,
The moon is down and I am left alone.

The wind whispers of a warm bed,
And of a wife still dreaming soft,
The elven sentinal is gone and back to bed
With peaceful heart I softly drift.