Here Runneth the Path of Fairy Feet

"Here Runneth the Path of Fairy Feet" by Rachel Heffington Where childhood fancy and twilight meet Here runneth the path of fairy-feet; On shadowed road and misty bend Here coldsome facts of "real life" end, And the simplest thing on earth would be To find a dryad 'neath her tree. She'd comb her locks like shimm'ring ferns In that hour where the daylight turns. And you'd never stop to blink your eyes and say, (Because you're oh, so wise) "Dryads aren't real--they're quite a myth" If once you'd been in comp'ny with A creature like her--lissom fair With willowy limbs and leafy hair. Where childhood fancy and twilight meet Here runneth the path of fairy-feet. In dusking woods at evenlong You'll chance to hear an Elven song. Like beads of dew on honeyed string The notes, elusive, dip and sing. And lamps we now call fire-flies Can one more dazzle in our eyes. Then we shall learn, as children do, the things we thought we surely knew. Fair beings that we'd long forgot May weave with us a dreamy knot Content, within this half-light time To feed us with their storied rhyme. Where childhood fancy and twilight meet Here runneth the path of fairy feet And those who spent the day in bed Now tip-toe with their soft wings spread And dance within the brilliant sheen of moonlight and the summer's green. The grown-up cares of life must fade When pondered in that purple glade Once more we change to half a child Perfumed with scent of roses wild And honeysuckle like a crown That we'd been used to crushing down Until twilight and fancy met To tread with us this minuet.