In the Shrouded Silver Wood
Faerie dance and elvin play
To enchant, to bid me stay
Voices echoed o'er the grove
Pledge an evermore abode
Faun delight the sacred ears
Of the wandering mystic seers
Whispering the panpipe tune
O'er the ancient vine-filled runes
Burrowed in the elder oak
Live the bashful midget-folk
Dancing thru' the cherished night
Weaving strands of pearly lights
Cobalt waters harbor sprite
Where the water-nymph reside
Sirens calling to the sails
Gliding by to flash their tails
Mist and glow assert their reign
Rising o'er the sweeping plane
Faint is heard dryad song
Echoing the whole night long
Many search yet few will find
Realms of empyreal kind
Lucky is the mortal who
Secret worlds are open to
The faerie dance; elvin play
Has enchanted me to stay
Ever let me make abode
In my shrouded silver wood
To enchant, to bid me stay
Voices echoed o'er the grove
Pledge an evermore abode
Faun delight the sacred ears
Of the wandering mystic seers
Whispering the panpipe tune
O'er the ancient vine-filled runes
Burrowed in the elder oak
Live the bashful midget-folk
Dancing thru' the cherished night
Weaving strands of pearly lights
Cobalt waters harbor sprite
Where the water-nymph reside
Sirens calling to the sails
Gliding by to flash their tails
Mist and glow assert their reign
Rising o'er the sweeping plane
Faint is heard dryad song
Echoing the whole night long
Many search yet few will find
Realms of empyreal kind
Lucky is the mortal who
Secret worlds are open to
The faerie dance; elvin play
Has enchanted me to stay
Ever let me make abode
In my shrouded silver wood
Out of the mouth of bears...
While reading Alice a story about how Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey, she pointed to the donkey and asked me, "Mommy, is that Eeyore?" (Incase anyone is Pooh-illiterate, that would be the donkey from "Winnie the Pooh"...)
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Her bed-time story a few nights ago was "Baby Jesus". I was at the part where Mary was riding the donkey on the long journey to Bethlehem, and being pregnant and about to pop myself, I sympathised with the difficulty Mary must have faced riding a donkey at this point in pregnancy. I was explaining to Alice that when a mommy has a baby in her tummy, it's very uncomfortable to ride on a donkey and that Mary was probably very tired. In her typical logical way, she looked up at me and suggested, "Mommy, take baby out, put baby on baby donkey!" Brilliant! Why didn't THEY think of that...