Down by the green glen's river <br />down by the bluebell woods <br />where the willow branches shiver <br />in the tall oaks neighbourhood <br />close by the pixie dell <br />where the fairies dance and play <br />that's where you'll find the beauty <br />of the unicorn at bay <br /> <br />Oh, through the morning glory <br />as the mists begin to clear <br />you can smell the flowers and woodsmoke <br />from the hermit's cave that's near <br />you can sometimes hear him singing <br />some strange lilt that no one knows <br />as he makes the magic crystals <br />in the kingdom Avalon.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/avalon/
