At the passage of the Elves:
It is Spring, moonless night in the Wood.
Hush! Hear the starsong echo on owl wing.
Hear it in lightdark glen, in pearlmother'd stream,
Hear it in sharpfoot doe passage and cobweb dust.
Look in vain for Starsong's lost children,
Star eyed, star old, less than shadows.
By jeff marr, inspired by the work of Dylan Thomas
