~The Lovers~ Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete. ~The Fairies Have Never A Penny to Spend~ The fairies have never a penny to spend,They haven't a thing put by,But theirs is the dower of bird and flowerAnd theirs is the earth and sky.And though you should live in a palace of goldOr sleep in a dried up ditch,You could never be as poor as the fairies are,And never as rich.Since ever and ever the world beganThey danced like a ribbon of flame,They have sung their song through the centuries longAnd yet it is never the same.And though you be foolish or though you be wise,With hair of silver or gold,You can never be as young as the fairies are,And never as old. ROSE FYLEMAN ~A Fairy Went A Marketing~ A fairy went a marketing-- She bought a little fish; She put it in a crystal bowl Upon a golden dish An hour she sat in wonderment And watched its sliver gleam, And then gently took it up And slipped it in a stream.A fairy went a marketing--- She bought a winter gown All stitched about with gossamer And lined with thistledown. She wore it all afternoon With prancing and delight, Then gave it to a little frog To keep him warm at night. A fairy went a marketing--- She bought a colored bird; It sang the sweetest ,shrillest song That she had ever heard. She sat beside its painted cage And listened half a day, And then she opened wide the door And let it fly away. A fairy went a marketing--- She bought a gentle mouse To take her tiny messages, To keep her tiny house. All day she kept its busy feet Pit-patting to and fro, And then she kissed its silken ears, Thanked it, and let it go. ROSE FYLEMAN ~Finding Fairies~ When the winds of March are wakeningThe crocuses and crickets,Did you ever find a fairy nearSome budding little thickets,A-straightening her golden wings andcombing out her hair?She's there!And when she sees you creeping upTo get a closer peekShe tumbles through the daffodils,A-playing hide and seek,And creeps into the tulips tillYou can't find where she's hid?Mine did!Have you ever, ever come acrossA little toadstool elfA-reading by a firefly lampAnd laughing to himself,Or a saucy fairy queen uponHer favorite dragonfly?So've I!It's fun to see a fairy flutterOff a catkin boat,And wrap her fairy baby inA pussy willow coat;Oh, don't you love the fairiesAnd their fairy babies, too? I do! MARJORIE BARROWS ~The Flowers~ All the names I know from nurse:Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,And the Lady Hollyhock.Fairy places, fairy things,Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,Tiny trees for tiny dames--These must all be fairy names!Tiny woods below whose boughsShady fairies weave a house;Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,Where the braver fairies climb!Fair are grown-up people's trees,But the fairest woods are these;Where, if I were not so tall,I should live for good and all. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ~Love Among the Roses~ Seek ye Love, ye fairy-sprites? Ask where reddest roses grow. Rosy fancies he invites, And in roses he delights, Have ye found him? "No!" Seek ye again, and find the boy In childhood's heart, so pure and clear. Now the fairies leap for joy, Crying, "Love is here!" Love has found his proper nest; And we guard him while he dozes In a dream of peace and rest Rosier than roses. LEWIS CARROLL ~The Stolen Child~ Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water-rats; There we've hid our faery vats, Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries. 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.Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim grey sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's morefully of weeping than you can understand.Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car,. In pools among the rushes That scarce could bathe a star, We seek for slumbering trout And whispering in their ears Give them unquiet dreams; Leaning softly out From ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For to world's morefully of weeping than you can understand.Away with us he's going, The solemn-eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal-chest. For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, from a world more full of weeping than you can understand. W.E YEATS ~The Fairy Well of Langany~ Is there no hope at all for me, but only ceaseles sigh and tear: Why did not he who left me here, with stolen hope steal memory? I'll go away to Sleamish Hill, I'll pluck the fairy Hawthorn-tree, and let the spirits work their will; I care not for good or ill, so they but lay the memory which all my heart is hanting still! SAMUEL FERGUSON ~The Fairy Dance~ The soft stars are shining, The moon is alight; The folk of the forest Are dancing tonight: O swift and gay Is the song that they sing; They float and sway As they dance in a ring. O seek not to find them, The wee folk do fair; They're shy as the swallow And swift as the air: If you come, they are gone Like a snowflake in May; Like a breath, like a sigh, They vanish away. KATHERINE DAVIS