If the lilt and incense-rich diction of the poems in Works of Fancy and Imagination—from the prayerlike cadences of the “Organ Songs” to the visionary love-longing of Within and Without—enchanted you, Dunsany’s The King of Elfland’s Daughter will feel like stepping into the same silver-lit chapel of language. Its sentences ring like bells, its pastoral kingdom shimmers like one of MacDonald’s dream-scapes, and the tale’s gentle ache for the otherworld echoes the collection’s yearning hymns and allegorical pastorals.

If you were moved by the parable-rich symbolism in Works of Fancy and Imagination—those poems that veil spiritual wrestling in images of doors, light, and arduous journeys—Till We Have Faces gives that same clarifying shock of meaning. Lewis recasts the Psyche myth into a searching allegory about the face we present to the divine and to ourselves, much as MacDonald’s lyrics turn inward quests into luminous emblems.

If what gripped you in Works of Fancy and Imagination was its ardent spirituality—the soul’s dialogue with God in “Organ Songs,” the yearning sanctity of A Hidden Life—then Lilith is MacDonald’s deepest plunge into that same well. Its dream-journey through houses of the dead, repentance, and redemption embodies the devotional current that runs through the poems, but with the stark, visionary power of a night-long vigil.

If you loved how Works of Fancy and Imagination lets marvels arrive without footnotes—miracles accepted with a lyric nod—the wandering unicorn, Schmendrick’s uneven spells, and Molly Grue’s fierce clarity will feel right. Beagle’s magic refuses strict rulebooks, much like the effortless wonders in MacDonald’s dream-lyrics, and its gentle humor and ache for the eternal echo the collection’s tender, searching tone.

If the mosaic structure of Works of Fancy and Imagination—its sequence of brief lyrics and meditative set-pieces—was part of the charm, Invisible Cities offers a similarly prismatic experience. Each city-description reads like a compact parable, the way MacDonald’s shorter poems distill wonder and insight into a handful of luminous lines, gradually composing a larger metaphysical tapestry.