Fairy Wings. Fairy Dust. Fairy Magic.
A fairy's house stands in a wood,
Midst fairy trees and flowers,
Where daisy's sing like little birds
Between sun and showers,
And grasses whisper tiny things
About the world of ours
Such flowers are there beside the way
Lilies and Hollyhocks:
Blow off their stalks to tell their time
Tall Dandelion Clocks"
While harebells ring an hourly chime
Like a wound music box.
Some day shall we two try to find
This strang enchanted place?
Go hand in hand through flower lit woods
Where living trees embrace-
and suddenly, as in a dream,
Behold a fairy's face!
A., E., & M. Keary
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