Travel Down The Faerie Path

little babe, swath'd in cloth taken from crib by mischief eyes-

pretty changeling, no one knows

whisked away, little child of man || adolecent grounded,

encompassed by flighty hearts

abandoned to his own devices, wanders round the world of Fay

ivy climbs, and magic verse

yet still finds himslef alone || He goes by land, by sea, by sky

he grows old, the Wanderer he became

never lost but always searching, every stop only a waystation

He is wise, he knows to learn

he knows that no one || No one leaves the Faerie Path





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