The Lost Land Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

Widershins and round about
Among the gorse and whin!
Open, gates o' Fairyland,
Ope and let me in!
Cold and cold the world's way,
And the road's hard and weary:
Back I come to the lonely hill
And the old land o' Faerie!

Cold wind on the heather,
Gold light in the sky!
Open, gates o' Fairyland,
Ope and let me by!
Where's the trick I used to know?
Elfin bells a-ringing, -
Where's the way to the elfin-land,
And the wide gate swinging?

Widershins and round about
Among the gorse and whin!
Open, gates o' Fairyland,
Ope and let me in!
Gold fetters on my feet
And gold chains bind me;
Lone I stand on the cold hillside,
And the gates barred behind me!