The Moon is shining on the battlements of Butterfly Castle
- deep beneath its seven levels of catacombs
a little gnome is repairing a broken clock.
Where is the Lord of the Castle?
Snoring in his bed!
The stars are playing chase between the constellations.
Look! - there is little Sammy Seraphim
Hiding beneath Andromeda's skirts.
Deep beneath Butterfly Castle,
an army of frogs in suits of Pond-crust armour
Are hopping about with mottled military precision.
Where is the Lord of the Castle?
Fast asleep and snoring!
Nine elven knights are crossing the moat of Butterfly Castle
Over an enchanted drawbridge of ethereal fire.
When they knock upon the massive door it is opened by a little hobgoblin
With peacock feathers in his cap and an ancient Aztec solar-calendar
Hung about his neck on a rope of stinking river-kelp.
The Broken Tower's resident owls turn a near-blind eye
And will themselves to think of field-mice.
Where is the Lord of the Castle?
Dreaming of ships on lazy summer rivers!
The Moon is shining on the battlements of Butterfly Castle
- deep beneath its seven levels of catacombs
a little gnome is repairing a broken clock.
Where is the Lord of the Castle?
Snoring in his bed!
Home
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Invisible Spirits of Earth and Air.
Invisible spirits of Earth and Air
come to me in fields and meadows
when the colours of the sunset
give way to the evenings shadows.
From the forests and the mountains
the elves and sprites and gnomes emerge,
and where the Moon shines over the sea
mermaids sing in silver surf.
The fiery messengers of the stars
descend to earth to greet their lovers
who, waking from their dreams of day,
rise up from the sleeping flowers.
The perfumes of the outer gulfs
call to men upon their beds
and all their phantoms and desires
spiral from their pillowed heads
to frolic on the midnight air
beneath the Milky River,
and all the heartstrings of their hearts
come alive and quiver
as down the hidden Rainbow Bridge
the children of Earth's ancient Gods
lightly trip, and singing merrily,
dance upon the worlds damp sod.
Invisible spirits of Earth and Air
come to me in fields and meadows
when the colours of the sunset
give way to the evenings shadows.
When Morning comes and op'es her eyes
Night's spirits all return to clay
as in the newly painted skies
Dawn ushers in another day.
- deep beneath its seven levels of catacombs
a little gnome is repairing a broken clock.
Where is the Lord of the Castle?
Snoring in his bed!
The stars are playing chase between the constellations.
Look! - there is little Sammy Seraphim
Hiding beneath Andromeda's skirts.
Deep beneath Butterfly Castle,
an army of frogs in suits of Pond-crust armour
Are hopping about with mottled military precision.
Where is the Lord of the Castle?
Fast asleep and snoring!
Nine elven knights are crossing the moat of Butterfly Castle
Over an enchanted drawbridge of ethereal fire.
When they knock upon the massive door it is opened by a little hobgoblin
With peacock feathers in his cap and an ancient Aztec solar-calendar
Hung about his neck on a rope of stinking river-kelp.
The Broken Tower's resident owls turn a near-blind eye
And will themselves to think of field-mice.
Where is the Lord of the Castle?
Dreaming of ships on lazy summer rivers!
The Moon is shining on the battlements of Butterfly Castle
- deep beneath its seven levels of catacombs
a little gnome is repairing a broken clock.
Where is the Lord of the Castle?
Snoring in his bed!
Home
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Invisible Spirits of Earth and Air.
Invisible spirits of Earth and Air
come to me in fields and meadows
when the colours of the sunset
give way to the evenings shadows.
From the forests and the mountains
the elves and sprites and gnomes emerge,
and where the Moon shines over the sea
mermaids sing in silver surf.
The fiery messengers of the stars
descend to earth to greet their lovers
who, waking from their dreams of day,
rise up from the sleeping flowers.
The perfumes of the outer gulfs
call to men upon their beds
and all their phantoms and desires
spiral from their pillowed heads
to frolic on the midnight air
beneath the Milky River,
and all the heartstrings of their hearts
come alive and quiver
as down the hidden Rainbow Bridge
the children of Earth's ancient Gods
lightly trip, and singing merrily,
dance upon the worlds damp sod.
Invisible spirits of Earth and Air
come to me in fields and meadows
when the colours of the sunset
give way to the evenings shadows.
When Morning comes and op'es her eyes
Night's spirits all return to clay
as in the newly painted skies
Dawn ushers in another day.
