What silver magic rises here

Amidst the Winter mists and gloom

When, darkly frosted, shines the bark

Announcing light that drives the gloom

Where sleeping tree meets secret moon

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But do you have the eyes of child?

And ears curled round our faery song

What is not there, yet plainly seen?

Or are you bound to look around

Believing what has never been.

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This is no threat, no malice’d tune

With opened ring we welcome you

Abide on grass that knows your name

Drink deep the strangeness of our game

And touch the love beyond the flame…

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©Stephen Tanham