I DON'T believe in fairies; -- I've something else to do, Believing that behind the clouds The sky is always blue, That every day at half-past one It's nearly half-past two. I don't believe in fairies, Because my Uncle James Transcendentalised about them, And told me of their games, While he never saw the flying birds, And didn't know their names. I don't believe in fairies; I think that lazy men Who think the sunshine commonplace Invented them, and then Forgot that it is wonderful That five and five make ten. I saw the lambs at Whitsuntide, And a bullfinch in a tree, I saw a mushroom in the mist And dolphins in the sea, -- I don't believe in fairies, But these are faith for me. Clear are the stars and the thrushes' eggs For tidy hearts to find, And I think that fays and lepracauns Are slatterns of the mind, And if I ever meet one I shall know that I am blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THERE IS NO LOVING AFTER DEATH by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS PSALM 4; AUGUST 10, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE NOSEGAY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD NIMROD: 1 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH SOMEBODY'S MOTHER by MARY DOW BRINE THE LORDS OF LIFE: 1. THE LORDS OF LIFE by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE THE FUGITIVE by GLADYS CROMWELL LOVE, JOY, AND PLEASURE; AN ALLEGORY by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON |