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A Challenge by William Ayot

Arthur O'Shaughnessy - The Fountain of tears

Elidore

connla and the fairy maiden

From Indian Boyhood chapter 1 - Hadakah "The Pitiful Last" by Charles Eastman (1902)

To some I have talked with by the fire by William Butler Yeats. While I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes, My heart would brim with dreams about the times When we bent down above the fading coals And talked of the dark folk who live in souls Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees; And of the wayward twilight companies Who sigh with mingled sorrow and content, Because their blossoming dreams have never bent Under the fruit of evil and of good: And of the embattled flaming multitude Who rise, wing above wing, flame above flame, And, like a storm, cry the Ineffable Name, And with the clashing of their sword-blades make A rapturous music, till the morning break And the white hush end all but the loud beat Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.

A call of the sidhe by George William Russell TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight’s glory: Gay are the hills with song: earth’s faery children leave More dim abodes to roam the primrose-hearted eve, Opening their glimmering lips to breathe some wondrous story. Hush, not a whisper! Let your heart alone go dreaming. Dream unto dream may pass: deep in the heart alone Murmurs the Mighty One his solemn undertone. Canst thou not see adown the silver cloudland streaming Rivers of faery light, dewdrop on dewdrop falling, Star-fire of silver flames, lighting the dark beneath? And what enraptured hosts burn on the dusky heath! Come thou away with them for Heaven to Earth is calling. These are Earth’s voice—her answer—spirits thronging. Come to the Land of Youth: the trees grown heavy there Drop on the purple wave the starry fruit they bear. Drink: the immortal waters quench the spirit’s longing. Art thou not now, bright one, all sorrow past, in elation, Made young with joy, grow

By the margin of the great deep by George William Russell WHEN the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies, All its vaporous sapphire, violet glow and silver gleam With their magic flood me through the gateway of the eyes; I am one with the twilight’s dream. When the trees and skies and fields are one in dusky mood, Every heart of man is rapt within the mother’s breast: Full of peace and sleep and dreams in the vasty quietude, I am one with their hearts at rest. From our immemorial joys of hearth and home and love Strayed away along the margin of the unknown tide, All its reach of soundless calm can thrill me far above Word or touch from the lips beside. Aye, and deep and deep and deeper let me drink and draw From the olden fountain more than light or peace or dream, Such primeval being as o’erfills the heart with awe, Growing one with its silent stream.

The Nuts Of Knowledge by George William Russell

Goblin feet by J R R Tolkien

The stolen child by W B Yeats

The Fairies by William Allingham

The nexus by Nic Treadwell

Dying - Body and Mind Dissolving

From Faces In The Water, chapter 34. "Living is so much like one of those childhood games where you keep shutting your eyes and opening them expecting to find everything changed -a new city with glass towers, a table laden for a feast, a kindly forest where the trees no longer strike blows or twist themselves into fearful shapes."

To An Absentee by Thomas Hood

Tightrope by Nic treadwell

Truth by Stephen Crane

Excerp from chapter 2 of Faces In The Water

Extract from Fear by Gabriel Chevallier.