Ron Henry
& James Christensen
and other similar works
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fairwood2.jpg (39K) 502 x 394 By
Ron Henry
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The primrose murmured to
the wind,
"Drink in my fair scent, and go
And tell the child you left behind,
Where I and hidden violets grow.
"Tell him the squirrels leap the boughs,
The woodpecker goes tap, tap, tap!
While baby rabbits sit and browse
Upon the green turf's mossy lap.
"Tell him that scarlet toadstools stain
The silent pathways through the wood,
The spider weaves a jewelled chain,
The busy ant's abroad for food.
"Then bid him" said the primrose,
"come
To sing with us, and work and play,
To hear the wild bee's pleasant hum,
And be contented all the day."
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fairyhorse.jpg (35K) 536 x 481 By Mimi Joe
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O, what can ail thee,
knight-at-arms
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
O, what can ail thee,
knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
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faiunicorn.jpg (27K) 500 x 393 By Mimi Joe
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I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful-a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
I set her on my paceing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For sidelong would she bend and sing
A faery's song.
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firstmeet2.jpg (41K) 526 x 392 By
Ron Henry
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She found me roots of
relish sweet,
And honey wild and manna dew;
And sure in language strange she said-
I love thee true.
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dreamed-AH! woe betide
The latest dream I ever dreamed
On the cold hillside.
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unicorn2.jpg (42K) 487 x 488 Artist
Unknown
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I saw pale kings and
princes too,
Pale warriors, death pale were they all;
They cried-" La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!"
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And awoke and found me lying here
On the cold hill's side.
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering.
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
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unicorngirl2.jpg (43K) 554 x 465 Artist
Unknown
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"The Unicorn"
A creature of beauty
A creature of grace
Yes, everything has it's place,
But, you, my friend,
have a place all your own
where no one else can find,
For you exist within my heart
and also in my mind.
(Rebecca Irish)
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wedding2.jpg (50K) 476 x 593 |
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