A Fairy's house stands in
a wood,
Midst fairy trees and flowers,
Where daisies sing like little birds
Between the sun and showers,
And grasses whisper tiny things
About this world of ours.
Such flowers are there beside the way,
Lilies and hollyhocks:
Blow off their stalks to tell the time
Tall dandelion clocks;
While harebells ring an hourly chime
Like a wound music-box.
Some day shall we two try to find
This strange 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!
"Enchanted Tulips and Other Verses for
Children"
by A., E., and M. Keary
Macmillan and Co., Limited
St. Martin's Street
London
1914
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~~~Fairy
Bread~~~
Come up here, O dusty
feet!
Here is fairy bread to eat.
Here in my retiring room,
children, you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
And the shade of pine;
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.
