If you have ever read the book Little Women and the sequel Little Men, you heared of the name Louisa May Alcott. Even though her novels have attracted many readers, her poems should not be underestimated. Read the fine Fairy song.
About the poet
On November 29 1832 Louise May Alcott was born in Germantown, Pennsylvania (US). She grew up amongst literary giants such as Henry David Thoreau, Nathaniel Hawthorn and Ralph Waldo Emerson.
There was a slight chance that Alcott couldn’t have started writing at all. Her family were going through rough times, financially. She needed to work to support her family. Yet, in these hard times she began to write. While her family served as station masters on the Underground Railroad, they opened their house to a slave on the run. But, times got worse. One of her sisters died and the other one moved out when she got married.
It was around 1860 when she would use the pen name A.M. Barnard to write several novels for young adults. Eight years later, she published the novel Little Women. After this successful book, she published Little Men in 1871.
Alcott never married and literature played a big role in her life, till she passed away on March 6 1888.
Fairy songThe 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.