Mona Douglas

I can hear the fairies calling from the meadows far away, Where the daffodils are gleaming through a veil of misty grey, In the magic of the morning, when the…

Water is round about us from our birth, Our heritage a strip of windy land Among wild seas; a word of misty earth Ringed round with blowing spray and dim,…

I met a brown rabbit Today on the dunes When the curlews were piping Their queer, lonely tunes. He sat on his haunches As I came along, And watched while…

We who have heard the fairies’ laughter peeling Through dim-lit hollows in the lonely hills, Have seen pale shadows through the deep glens stealing, Or followed in their track down…

She walks, white-gowned, amid the glades of fir Hushed by the music of the breeze among The fretted leaves, one bird her chorister, At hour of evensong.   Her robin…

Our land has fallen from her age of pride And put her old divinity aside; She is not now as in those storied days When a strange beauty lit familiar…

I heard a voice that called me to the mountains Last night when darkness dropped across the sea, And crimson fire sprayed from the twilight fountains Fell over me. So…

Mist on the fields, and a deepening summer twilight, Cattle passing homeward along the narrow lane; Lily-pools that gleam in the darkness of the meadows, Music of the night-breeze in…