Mist-clad in the light of the moon Starspun seekers - I search for thee!
Faery light - I ask thy boon
Of branch and thorn and Elder tree!
Wood woven creatures, shadow weavers
River keepers - come to me!
Just beyond reaching
Never in keeping
Spirits of Faery - I call unto thee!
Dark and brightness
Spiritual enchantments - born of the sky!
Cradle me with elven hands,
Abide with me, thy human child!
- By W. B. Yeats
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