The Woodsy Ones

Hear them creeping, creeping, creeping, through the mosses and the brush, The Woodsy Ones whom I can never see! Now they snap a twig and falter, now they laugh and whisper “Hush!” As they dodge their little heads behind a tree.

Hear them dancing, dancing, dancing, in the grass when I’m abed, And singing at my window in the moon! Oh, the fairy music bubbles in my dizzy little head, And I drift away to Nothing all too soon!