From the springs at Pixie Glen
To the Moon Cairns of Wylde End,
From the green depths of the Wylde
Comes a strangeling fairy child.
Greenman's daughter, fair of face,
Sheltered in our Maiden's Grace,
Smiles and wiles away the hours
In this Place Where Trees Rain Flowers.
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