forest said to me that woods always
seemed to her to wait, as if the genii
who inhabit the wayfarer had passed onward;
a thought which poetry has celebrated in
the dance of the fairies, which breaks
off on the approach of human feet.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
Lying fast asleep
shut your eyes
and run away,
Do not stay to peak!
Do not tell
Or you'll break a faery spell.