I met a fairy in twilight,
Weaving pearls in cool moonlight.
“To whom you make these jewels bright?”
I asked, impressed by that fair sight.
“When the moon is up and the time is right,
I weave these for the Queen’s delight—
To bring her beauty, grand and might,
When she sits on the throne tonight.”
“But why so simple, pearly-white?
Will not the stars lend her their light?”
I asked the fairy, small and slight,
Who twirled with joy in quiet flight.
“She loves the stars, their softest night,
But pearls make her smile more bright.
Each pearl I stud with faerie might
Will catch her eye in glowing light.”
Then off she flew in silver flight,
Her wings aglow with a shimmer slight.
And in the hush of pale moonlight,
I wished I, too, wore pearls that night.