AND then as she danced, forgetting the spell, it seemed as though rain on her eyelashes fell (and, if they were tears, since no fairy can shed them, the moon and the nightingale must have misled them), and she cried in her terror, "Where am I?" The tune that instant grew louder, a cloud hid the moon, and, as though the whole night were a string to her hand, the musicianer answered, "In fairyland." And when the cloud lifted there was nothing to see but the grass, and the moon dancing delicately. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATURE (2) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 1 by EZRA POUND VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1882 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ROLL-CALL by NATHANIEL GRAHAM SHEPHERD SONGS OF TRAVEL: 44 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LUCY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE KNIGHTS: THE POET AND HIS RIVALS by ARISTOPHANES |