A Wish As Twilight Falls 



Where once the fairy- folk were wont to 

 weave by magic arts an unseen web about 

 their citadel of delights, a tiny isle, the gem 

 of all within enchantment's realm, doth even 

 at this day yield evidence that Mother Earth 

 did gladly grant each wish of every sprite, 

 when touched by wands of gold. 



Amid the snow-clad hills gushed forth 

 crystal waters, tumbling in their new-born 

 freedom, wafted on the zephyrs, whispers 

 from forest and meadow called and joyously 

 they leaped in sparkling foam, eager to give 

 greeting. 



Down the lonely hillside the brooklet in 

 its purity wavered. Splashing in uncer- 

 tainty, then gliding onward. Through the 

 lowlands it meandered, twining in serpen- 

 tine coiling, its waters resting in soft, peaceful 

 flowing 'mid banks bedecked with waving 

 grasses. 



Flowerettes of loveliness sprang into life 

 from its very breath and in thankfulness ex- 

 haled exquisite perfumes. Bending bush and 

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