Gwraig Annwn

'Twixt the trees of Maes-y-Deri Flies a winsome little fairy Searching for the happy sounds Which once filled the Griffiths' grounds Winter, springtime, summer, fall She flies above the grasses tall Sprinkling teardrops where she flew To mark her paths with morning dew She flies alone throughout the years And never stops to dry her tears Lest she should miss upon the hill Her long lost playmate, Little Jill