Do you hear, do you hear, O Fortunate One, The wee small Knitter in the sun? _Click! Click! Click!_ A CHARM SAID UNDER AN OAK _Deus Robur Meus._ Oak, with thy straightness, Oak, with thy wholeness, Oak, with thy brightness, Hearten me! Aid me! Rooted in passionate earth, Crowned in ethereal blue, Breathing ineffable love, Shelter me! Shade me! With thy sweet strength, With thy cool peace, With thy green joy, Touch me and thrill me! Spirit of patience, Spirit of courage, Spirit of wisdom, Cover me! Fill me! Balm-giving oak, Force-giving oak, Self-giving oak, Inspire and elate me! Lovely green tree of life, Happy tall tree of hope, Holy great tree of good, Oh, consecrate me! _Deus Robur Meus._ FAIRY RING I stepped within the fairy ring, Where it was green, so green. Then I heard the trill of a fairy bell, And the song of the Fairy Queen. The secret that she murmured me, To the trill of the fairy bell, Was sweet, so sweet you’d not believe, If I should try to tell. But step you too in the fairy ring, And hold fast to my hand; Then we may hear a lovelier thing, And both will understand. DANGEROUS PASSING Who ventures to the Magic Wood? Who dares the moonlit way, Full perilous in the silver flood, Though safe enough by day? Who brushes through the mystic dew To hear the flute of Pan, And spy upon our dancing crew? Beware, O Maid, O Man! The Wee Folk lurk behind the trees And ambush in the fern; Our mischief whispers in the breeze— Ye Trespassers, return! Enchanted, each to each shall seem Transfigured and divine; Your faces with strange beauty gleam, Your lips hold maddening wine.