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 …