Fair Maybelle

Fair Maybelle trode through the morning dew She peered through the foggy haze Her blue eyes saw what I tell you is true For the fog did part and the sun did blaze And a pure white unicorn met her gaze Now it may well seem it would run away Or perhaps she would rather shy But against her nature she hastened to stay And an unseen cord drew her nigh Till Maybelle's feet she laid her by So sweetly Maybelle stroked her hair She longed for her touch once more But Maybelle ceased, and she left her there For what a *wight could see, that her heart was sore Till she meet her love on the Highdown *Tor So Maybelle walked o'er the far and near And her one-horned friend followed light as a bird And they travelled on without a sight of fear With but one care and nary a word That winsome twosome persevered At the long last, Maybelle heard a pleasant sound The sound of a rollicking song And the butterflies danced in the air all around Whilst her love held her dearly and long If it could, could it be that she was the theme of his song? So the three of them lived in the fairyland *wold Where the sun slips off to the moonlight's glow Where the wind blows warm and the streams flow cold And the daffodils thrive in winter's snow Now here is the end, as you surely know * Wight: A person * Tor: A high pointed hill * Wold: A wood or forest Written 4/2/2013