Midsummer's Eve On a Midsummer's Eve in England,
So clearly I recall,
How I turned to find the homeward road,
And it wasn't there at all! I wandered through the sacred grove,
As quietly I spoke,
A prayer unto the Deity,
And the Old Man in the Oak. Then suddenly, as carved from bark,
The ancient man stepped free!
How ageless were his haunted eyes,
As he turned and spoke to me. He told me many wondrous tales,
Enchanted as I listened,
Then one by one the little folk appeared,
As starlight glistened! They took me to the Faery Queen,
And bid me drink a cup,
Then merry danced we through the night,
Until the sun came up! So sleepily I stretched my limbs,
And opened up my starry eyes,
To find once more the homeward road,
So much to my surprise! —Diana Haronis | 
