From The Book of Fairy Poetry, published in 1920, this is one of several fairy poems written by Fiona Macleod which deals with fairies on a powerful, adult, and real level. One of my favorite passages illustrates this point: “They laugh and are glad, And are terrible: When their lances shake, Every green reed quivers.” This is definitely not a child’s fairy poem–

How beautiful they are,

The lordly ones

Who dwell in the hills,

In the hollow hills.

* * * * *

They have faces like flowers

And their breath is wind

That blows over grass

Filled with dewy clover.

* * * * *

Their limbs are more white

Than shafts of moonshine:

They are more fleet

Than the March wind.

* * * * *

They laugh and are glad

And are terrible:

When their lances shake

Every green reed quivers.

* * * * *

How beautiful they are,

How beautiful,

The lordly ones

In the hollow hills.

* * * * *
I would go back

To the Country of the Young,

And see again

The lances of the Shee,

* * * * *

As they keep their hosting

With laughing cries

In pale places

Under the moon.