Between the evening and the morning star
Deep within the fortress realm of sleep
An insubstantial castle in the sky
Unto the stars, beyond, at angles strange
Where those long grown or gone away reside
Still laugh and dance a courtly faerie ring
Time's winged arrow gaily they rebuff
Singing lullabies the world forgets
Where sweetly, pipes and softly, mellow drums
Weave melodies heard no more, save here, save now
Come sip May-wine and 'round the May-pole fly
And then leave go, sail o'er ephemeral walls
Reach out to touch the ringing bells you pass
And with their echo in your mind, awake.

J. Horne