Deep amid the twilight glowing
Tiny pixie eyes are showing
And between the darkest leaves
Slip and slide immortal thieves.
Yet never laid my mortal eyes
Upon these tiny, naked spies.

Hither as the wind blows free
Glinting pixies jump and flee
Where my larger eyes can’t follow
To the magic pixie hollow,
And behind them, to and fro’
Grassy tendrils gently blow.

There, these pixies choose to dance -
They swirl in circles, leap and prance
Till black leaves are all awhirling
And dark blades of grass are swirling.
Then by evening’s fading light
The hollow drifts to shades of night.

Then if pixies chance to doze
And if their eyes should ever close
If around the little hill
Every noise were very still
Could I, yes, against their will,
See them sleeping, sleeping still?

If in the stillness of the night
My lucky eyes should chance to light
Upon this dainty pixie sight
And widen in surprised delight -
Would they hasten from their slumber?
Would they quit their dreams, I wonder?

Or in the early purple dawn
Would they awake with careful yawn
And sing to morning’s glist’ning dew
Until the sun’s first rays peek through
To touch the world where pixies dwell
In hidden lands we love so well?

Will they begin a whole new day
To spend in pix’ish, idle play
In making mischief, morn till dusk,
Till daylight turns to evening’s rust?
I wonder now if perchance you
Believe in pixies? I do too!