She hears the fairys call

 

Where doth the each love cries?

With inspired many feathered dreams
Alone with sheltered goddess

Whist hence my love shares?
My finest hour come to thee, my faerie 

  In the twilight he comes to me

She awaits in childlike eyes in yesteryears
Thy wings sigh, I am wee child
Tiny little stems brightens the nigh
Tis morn has come, to no more weep
Winter flutters about Irish moors
Flowing in and out carrying orbs
Intent to be cast  lost ones heart
Visions  opened in misty secret garden