Fairies
by various authors
Dream Fairy
A little fairy comes at night, Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,
With silver spots upon her wings, And from the moon she flutters down.
She has a little silver wand, And when a good child goes to bed,
She waves her hand from right to left, And makes a circle round its head.
And then it dreams of pleasant things, Of fountains filled with fairy fish,
And trees that bear delicious fruit, And bow their branches at a wish.
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When the first baby laughed for the first time,
The laugh broke into a thousand pieces and
they all went skipping about,
And that was the beginning of fairies.
Sir James Matthews Barrie (1860-1937)
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The fairies have never a penny to spend,
They haven't a thing put by,
But theirs is the dower of bird and flower
And theirs is the earth and sky.
And though you should live in a palace of gold
Or sleep in a dried up ditch,
You could never be as poor as the fairies are,
And never as rich. --
Since ever and ever the world began
They danced like a ribbon of flame,
They have sung their song through the centuries long
And yet it is never the same.
And though you be foolish or though you be wise,
With hair of silver or gold,
You can never be as young as the fairies are,
And never as old.
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Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their heart's desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they're seven years old.
Every fairy child may keep
Two strong ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild --
I'd love to be a fairy's child.
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Fairy Shoes
by Annette Wynne
The little shoes that fairies wear
Are very small indeed;
No larger than a violet bud,
As tiny as a seed.
The little shoes that fairies wear
Are very trim and neat;
They leave no tracks behind for those
Who search along the street.
The little shoes of fairies are
So light and soft and small
That though a million passed you by
You would not hear at all.
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The woods are full of faeries!
The trees are all alive;
The river overflows with them,
See how they dip and dive!
What funny little fellows!
What dainty little dears!
They dance and leap,
and prance and peep,
And utter fairy cheers!
I'd like to tame a fairy,
To keep it on a shelf,
And dress its little self.
I'd teach it pretty manners,
It always should say "please",
And then you know I'd make it sew,
And curtsey with its knees!
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The Road to Fairyland
by Ernest Thompson Seton
Do you seek the road to Fairyland
I'll tell; it's easy, quite.
Wait till a yellow moon gets up
O'er purple seas by night,
And gilds a shining pathway
That is sparkling diamond bright
Then, if no evil power be nigh
To thwart you, out of spite,
And if you know the very words
To cast a spell of might,
You get upon a thistledown,
And, if the breeze is right,
You sail away to Fairyland
Along this track of light.
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Fairyland
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 pansies 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!
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Who'll Help a Fairy?
"Oh! what shall I do?" sobbed a tiny mole,
"A Fairy has tumbled into my hole;
It is full of water and crawling things,
And she can't get out, for she's hurt her wings."
"I did my best to catch hold of her hair,
But my arms are short, and she's still in there.
Oh! help her, white rabbit, your arms are long;
You say you're good, and I know you're strong."
"Don't bother me," the white rabbit said -
Shut up her eyes, and her ears grew red -
"There's lots of mud and it's sure to stick
On my beautiful fur, so white and thick."
"Oh deat! oh dear!" sobbed the poor little mole,
"Who'll help the Fairy out of the hole?"
A little brown rabbit popped up from the gorse,
"I'm not very strong, but I'll try, of course."
His tailed bobbed as he waddled in,
The muddy water came up to his chin;
But he caught the Fairy tight by the hand,
And helped her get to Fairyland.
But she kissed him first on his muddy nose,
She kissed his face and his wet little toes;
And when the day dawned in the early light,
The common brown rabbit was silvery white.
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The Light Hearted fairy
Oh, who is so merry
As the lighthearted Fairy?
He dances and sings To the sound of his wings,
With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
Oh, who is so merry
As the light-hearted fairy?
His nectar he sips
From the primrose�s lips,
With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
Oh, who is so merry As the light hearted fairy?
His night is the noon, And his sun is the moon,
With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
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