Tales From The Dryad Forest

Sunday, 24 March 2013

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."

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Tales From The Dryad Forest

Natalee May: Cornwall, United Kingdom; You may find me frolicking in the forest, dancing amongst the bluebells or by the sea; exploring caves and watching the waves tumble against the shore. I like to photograph the world, paint, write and create things, and escape to realms created by storytellers. I believe in magick and faery tales, myths, folklore and the paranormal.

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The Wild Swans
The Faerie
Daughter of Elfin

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Come away O human child!
To the waters and the wild,
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping,
than you can understand.

W.B. Yeats ~ The Stolen Child

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine;
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight.

William Shakespeare ~ A Midsummer Night's Dream

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I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

John Keats ~ La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Far over the misty mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away ere break of day,
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells...

J.R.R. Tolkien ~ The Hobbit