Merry, merry England has kissed the lips of June:
All the wings of fairyland were here beneath the moon,
Like a flight of rose-leaves fluttering in a mist
Of opal and ruby and pearl and amethyst.
Come away in twilight and let the echo ring
We haven't any cause to fear, but oh, much cause to sing.
Hasten now your footsteps for the dawn comes all too soon--
Merry, Merry England has kissed the lips of June.
Blue-eyed infant soldier, leave aside your cares
And follow goblin market-calls for any soul who dares
Awaken earth and night-time mist, laden with a tune;
All the wings of fairy-land are here beneath the moon.
And we are full of mettle, we without a home
Amongst the mortal dreamers, sleeping in the gloam.
Steal into the fairy rings and hear them coming--hist!
Like a flight of rose-leaves fluttering in a mist.
The silent air explodes with mirth for we are of this place,
And hearts belonging to this world will see through time and space.
Quickly now, the dawn comes--we'll dream of midnight trysts
Of opal and ruby and pearl and amethyst.
postscript
DFC Day 15. This one is a Glosa--essentially a tribute and an expansion of another poet's work. You take a stanza of their work and repeat the lines at the end of the stanzas you write, expanding on the thought the poet introduced. This glosa expands on a stanza from Alfred Noyes' "Song of Sherwood"--one of my favorites. Read it here: www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song… kiwi-damnation.deviantart.com/…