Fairy song

Fairy song

Louisa May Alcott is forever linked with the stories “Little Women” and “Little Men.” She wrote more than these two novels. Poems such as “Fairy song” for instance.

Louise May Alcott at the age of 20.
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Who was Louisa May Alcott?

Louisa was born on 29 November 1832 in Germantown (Pennsylvania, US). She grew up amongst literary giants such as Henry David Thoreau, Nathanial Hawthorn and Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Because of the financial difficulties her family was facing, the possibility for her to get a proper education was limited. She was supposed to support her family. It was these difficult times that made her decide to write down her feelings.

Her father was involved in the Underground Railroad, as a station master. The family decided to open their house for a slave on the run.

Louise felt alone when one of her sisters died and the other moved out after she married. It made her more determined to write. She used the pseudonym A.M. Barnard to write several novels for young adults. This was around 1860. Eight years later, she published the iconic novel “Little Women.” It was followed by the sequel “Little Men” (1871).

She never married and literature played an important role in her life. She passed away on 6 March 1888.

Fairy song

Fairy song

The moonlight fades from flower and rose
And the stars dim one by one;
The tale is told, the song is sung,
And the Fairy feast is done.
The night-wind rocks the sleeping flowers,
And sings to them, soft and low.
The early birds erelong will wake:
‘T is time for the Elves to go.O’er the sleeping earth we silently pass,
Unseen by mortal eye,
And send sweet dreams, as we lightly float
Through the quiet moonlit sky;–
For the stars’ soft eyes alone may see,
And the flowers alone may know,
The feasts we hold, the tales we tell;
So’t is time for the Elves to go.From bird, and blossom, and bee,
We learn the lessons they teach;
And seek, by kindly deeds, to win
A loving friend in each.
And though unseen on earth we dwell,
Sweet voices whisper low,
And gentle hearts most joyously greet
The Elves where’er they go.
When next we meet in the Fairy dell,
May the silver moon’s soft light
Shine then on faces gay as now,
And Elfin hearts as light.
Now spread each wing, for the eastern sky
With sunlight soon shall glow.
The morning star shall light us home:
Farewell! for the Elves must go.

— Louisa May Alcott

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