‎𝕾now-𝖋airies falling from the sky. Whirling fantastic in the misty air. Contending fierce for 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘺. And they flew down a ᴍɪɢʜᴛɪᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. As though in heaven there was revolt and riot. And they, frail things had taken panic flight.
Down to the calm earth seeking 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭. I went to bed and rose at ᥱᥲrᥣყ dawn
‎To see them huddled together in a heap. Each merged into the other upon the lawn,
‎Worn out by the sharp struggle. Fast asleep. The sun shone 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 on them
‎half the day. By night they steathily had stol’n away. Namely the 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩. ✧