Fairy gauze, shredded webbing disintegrating before approaching sun fire. Under mist of dawn an opaque lake. One could skim across from the back of the farmhouse, and on the other side Pan cavorted and beckoned. Lily of the Valley fragrance streaming from lacerated gowns of wood nymphs circling to the distant cadence of pipes. Over the hills and far away a never-never lagoon from long ago. Gliding on and on to an enchanted dance in the daybreak of the spring. Silver shooting through the gauze in the soft wet dew. Mellifluous fairy strains calling.
Fairy gauze, shredded webbing disintegrating before approaching sun fire. Under mist of dawn an opaque lake. One could skim across from the back of the farmhouse, and on the other side Pan cavorted and beckoned. Lily of the Valley fragrance stre
