Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard

Posted on December 21, 2014 by


Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard
By Leigh Hunt

We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.

Stolen sweets are always sweeter,
Stolen kisses much completer,
Stolen looks are nice in chapels,
Stolen, stolen, be your apples.

When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then’s the time for orchard-robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling,
Were it not for stealing, stealing.




I’m going to speak of the way your hand
rises inside the poem
and undoes it

(poet: Paula Simonetti)