BUT how had she come there? and wherefore? and when? On thing at a time! She'd been stolen from men; and, though she was fairy in face, form and size, there was always the shadow of earth in her eyes. There was always a whisper that set her apart in the jewel they gave her in place of a heart, which lent to her music the beauty that springs from the menace of death in immortal things. But the fairies were puzzled and, after a bit, they complained to the Queen that her favourite, though the first in the ballet, the sweetest in song, had a touch that put all of the rest of them wrong | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CELSUS AT HADRIAN'S VILLA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DARKNESS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LITTLE BROWN BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FIRST FRUITS IN 1812 [AUGUST 19, 1812] by WALLACE RICE MERCY PLEADS by LUCRETIA STOUT BELLOWS THE ANGEL THAT MISSED CHRISTMAS by WILLIAM E. BROOKS |