To FairyLand.

Do you seek the road to Fairyland
I'll tell; it's easy, quite. 
Wait till a yellow moon gets up
O'er purple seas by night, 
And gilds a shining pathway
That is sparkling diamond bright
Then, if no evil power be nigh
To thwart you, out of spite, 
And if you know the very words
To cast a spell of might, 
You get upon a thistledown,
And, if the breeze is right, 
You sail away to Fairyland
Along this track of light. - Ernest Thompson Seton -