At Midsummer by Blackfeather sac41940@saclink.csus.edu . One year upon Midsummer's day I slept beneath an elder tree And in my dream while I there dozed A Faerie came to me. First tall and lithe, then short and stout Then just like me was she With pointed ears and gauzy wings And then with none to see A light of green surrounded her I smelled her rosy scent She spoke like silver bells a-ringing: "Come see my land," she said; I went! Fiddlers played and pipers too In rings of clover on the hills I heard the drifting, lovely tune And it overcame my will! The Faeries danced and ate and drank As on their merriment they bent I joined them in a circle dance And danced till I was spent. When I awoke I was again Beneath the stately tree I looked around, but could not find A one of all the sidhe. I've searched for all these many months To find a Fae to take me back But the magic of Midsummer It seems is what I lack. So I'll be off to the Faerie lands In June when the roses bloom, When I see clover rings on hills afar And I hear a drifting piping tune.