What the Gray-Winged Fairy Said
by Vachel Lindsay
The moon’s a gong, hung in the wild,
Whose song the fays hold dear.
Of course you do not hear it, child.
It takes a FAIRY ear.
The full moon is a splendid gong
That beats as night grows still.
It sounds above the evening song
Of dove or whippoorwill.
The Faces of Love (Book 2)
Composer(s): Jake HeggieBuy via E. C. Schirmer