Deep in the Woods of Vladimir it lies
\nIn wait ten thousand years amid the cries
\nFrom up above where music had been lost.<\/p>\n
The wicked beast no seraphim can\u00a0kill
\nHad cast away the harp to make us still.
\nWe danced too much! The harp was gold embossed.<\/p>\n
Ten thousand years it lay in wait until
\nOne day it caught the eye of little Will,
\nA boy so young of heart and old of soul.<\/p>\n
“What’s that,” he said, “there in the stream below!”
\n“Beneath the boulder, speckled gold! What glow,
\nIt has! Like wizards used in days of ol’.”<\/p>\n
He picked it up and put it to his lips.
\nAnd she appeared in sparkling mystic whips
\nOf\u00a0flame. “Don’t blow!” she cried. “Don’t call it forth.”<\/p>\n
“Call what?” asked Will. “The dragon!” she replied.
\n“A dragon from\u00a0beyond the veil denied
\nUs all its\u00a0music.\u00a0Banished from the north,<\/p>\n
It used to be the light o’er all our lands,
\nUntil it came and took it from my hands!
\nTen thousand years I’ve searched for what you’ve found.<\/p>\n
Please give it back,” the fairy queen implored.
\n“But finders, keepers; and besides I’m bored.”
\nWill blew the harp. “It doesn’t make a sound!”<\/p>\n
“Not one that you can hear,” she cried. “I fear
\nThe worst is yet to come!\u00a0He’s coming here!”
\nThe Fairy Queen was gone. The deed was done.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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