Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG A FAIRY WIFE, by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP


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First Line: I thrive on moonbeams dipt in dew
Last Line: We find in little things.
Subject(s): Fairies; Magic; Elves


I THRIVE on moonbeams dipt in dew;
My drink is clover wine;
My dress I sew of morning gauze
With needles from the pine.

My husband is a robber bold,
He waylays lab'ring bees
And robs them of the golden store
They carry down the breeze;

He lurks amid the moving grass,
A wasp's sting is his sword;
The scrambling beetle's burnished back
He valiantly doth board,

And breaks him to the webbed rein ...
We have a garden, too,
Where blossom flowerets so small
That they escape man's view.

Above our little cottage roof
There bends a blade of grass,
And by our door ant caravans
In long brown columns pass.

Nor do we envy gods, or men,
Or purple pomp of kings;
Enough the glory and the joy
We find in little things.





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