When I first came to paganism, oh so many years ago, I stumbled across this poem. I read it over and over and over again, and still to this day it holds so much magik for me. I don't know if it has a name, but the author is noted at the end. I really hope you enjoy it!
By the fern brake, deep and shady.
There I met an elfen lady.
Dressed in cobweb silk and flowers,
There she whiled away the hours,
Waiting until dark,
On the soft green moss beside her,
Lay a baby wrapped in eider.
Skin so fair and hair like midnight,
The lady watched the coming twilight,
Waiting till 'twas dark.
Silently, I sat beside her,
Hoping for some words to gather
In my numb and startled mind.
Said the lady,"You're most kind
to wait with me till dark."
"Are you lost?" I asked lady.
"Is this your home, this fern brake shady?
Will others come by star and moon?"
She only smiled, began to croon
To the elfin child.
The baby slept. The lady told me
Deep magic of the Earth and Sea.
Spells she whispered, strong and old.
"Use them well," she said."Be bold
When spelling in the night."
"Can I work these?" The lady smiled,
Gathered up her sleeping child.
"Oh yes," she answered, "'tis a boon
For waiting with me till the Moon
Slips up the sky."
Thinking deep, I sat beside her,
Keeping watch. I heard the rider
Coming through the fern brake shady.
"Are you there, my lovely lady?"
Called an elfin voice.
An elfin lord, his clothes all viney
Armed with sword and dagger shiny,
Rode his horse into the fern brake.
Then my heart began to quake
On seeing his dark eyes.
Twilight gathered; birds were still
The Moon came up above the hill.
Suddenly I felt alone.
"Have no fear, for you have sown
Good friendship."
The lady smiled and raised her hand.
Upon her brow a shining band
Glistened by the light of Moon.
"Would you too give forth a boon?"
She asked her lord.
"For here is friend, a watcher bold."
But they are enemies of old,"
The elf lord answered.
"No," she said,
"But gaurded us in this fern bed"
He smiled.
"So there are some who wish us well."
His voice was like a distant bell.
A ring he took from off his hand.
"This will tune you to the land
and magic."
Its stone was pale, just like the Moon.
The air was filled with eldretch tune,
As they mounted, lord and lady,
Rode off through the fern brake shady.
I stood alone.
People say elves are not there.
But I have heard their voices fair.
When I sit down in the brake.
Magic spells I've learned to make
All from the lady.
Elf lord's ring is on my hand
To help with magic from the land.
Sometimes I talk with lord and lady
In the fern brake, deep and shady,
Secretly.
Is there magic? For me 'tis so.
For when the sun is sinking low,
I feel Earth's power within my heart
And know that I shall never part
From the lord and lady.
DJ Conway
By the fern brake, deep and shady.
There I met an elfen lady.
Dressed in cobweb silk and flowers,
There she whiled away the hours,
Waiting until dark,
On the soft green moss beside her,
Lay a baby wrapped in eider.
Skin so fair and hair like midnight,
The lady watched the coming twilight,
Waiting till 'twas dark.
Silently, I sat beside her,
Hoping for some words to gather
In my numb and startled mind.
Said the lady,"You're most kind
to wait with me till dark."
"Are you lost?" I asked lady.
"Is this your home, this fern brake shady?
Will others come by star and moon?"
She only smiled, began to croon
To the elfin child.
The baby slept. The lady told me
Deep magic of the Earth and Sea.
Spells she whispered, strong and old.
"Use them well," she said."Be bold
When spelling in the night."
"Can I work these?" The lady smiled,
Gathered up her sleeping child.
"Oh yes," she answered, "'tis a boon
For waiting with me till the Moon
Slips up the sky."
Thinking deep, I sat beside her,
Keeping watch. I heard the rider
Coming through the fern brake shady.
"Are you there, my lovely lady?"
Called an elfin voice.
An elfin lord, his clothes all viney
Armed with sword and dagger shiny,
Rode his horse into the fern brake.
Then my heart began to quake
On seeing his dark eyes.
Twilight gathered; birds were still
The Moon came up above the hill.
Suddenly I felt alone.
"Have no fear, for you have sown
Good friendship."
The lady smiled and raised her hand.
Upon her brow a shining band
Glistened by the light of Moon.
"Would you too give forth a boon?"
She asked her lord.
"For here is friend, a watcher bold."
But they are enemies of old,"
The elf lord answered.
"No," she said,
"But gaurded us in this fern bed"
He smiled.
"So there are some who wish us well."
His voice was like a distant bell.
A ring he took from off his hand.
"This will tune you to the land
and magic."
Its stone was pale, just like the Moon.
The air was filled with eldretch tune,
As they mounted, lord and lady,
Rode off through the fern brake shady.
I stood alone.
People say elves are not there.
But I have heard their voices fair.
When I sit down in the brake.
Magic spells I've learned to make
All from the lady.
Elf lord's ring is on my hand
To help with magic from the land.
Sometimes I talk with lord and lady
In the fern brake, deep and shady,
Secretly.
Is there magic? For me 'tis so.
For when the sun is sinking low,
I feel Earth's power within my heart
And know that I shall never part
From the lord and lady.
DJ Conway
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