We daren’t go a-hunting

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;

Tiny fairies
wings beating like
my heart


he Fairies Of Night
The Moon’s rays silently fall to the ground

Where they mingle warmth and love together
Woven into their pretty tapestry
With no angry, cold or mean words ever

To hush the world to sleep with pretty words

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting


Original Image

Thank you Wendy for the muse

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