Here There Be Faeries

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Here there be faeries

So, charm us, Princess Aurora and Prince Florimund. Protect us, Lilac Fairy. You remind us of what we still might become. So much of this sort of re-creation is educated guesswork, the result of an extremely limited amount of notation and several generations of muscle memory passed down, no doubt errantly, by performers who learned from performers who learned from the ones who did it first.

They radiate a baroque giddiness entirely apt to the time and fancy of Charles Perrault , the fantasist who published The Sleeping Beauty in , and to Louis XIV , who ruled France at the time. Did the Sun King create the best of all possible kingdoms?

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Story continues below gallery. Dancers display their fairy wings at the Pixie Tea Party.

In the mossy passes, Saucy grasshoppers Leapt about the grasses And the thistle-burs; And the whispered chuckle Of the katydid Shook the honeysuckle Blossoms where he hid. Through the breezy mazes Of the lazy June, Drowsy with the hazes Of the dreamy noon, Little Pixy people Winged above the walk, Pouring from the steeple Of a mullein-stalk.


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One—a gallant fellow— Evidently King,— Wore a plume of yellow In a jewelled ring On a pansy bonnet, Gold and white and blue, With the dew still on it, And the fragrance, too. One—a dainty lady,— Evidently Queen,— Wore a gown of shady Moonshine and green, With a lace of gleaming Starlight that sent All the dewdrops dreaming Everywhere she went. It all exists, even if it's in your mind.

Here there be faeries: fantastic, isn’t it?

Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now? The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light, The twinkling stars are candles bright, Sleep, Faeries all, Good Night. We might live with the angels that visit us on every sunbeam, and sit with the fairies who wait on every flower. And you'll be fairies all.

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It is true as sunbeams As beautiful as this excerpt is, the remainder of the poem could be considered quite horrid, especially for the squeamish reader. Perhaps the Faeries come to drink the raindrops that they hold.