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PIXY HEART, by                    
First Line: My hands are in the kitchen
Last Line: Has up and run away!


My hands are in the kitchen
Doing homely things;
My heart is on the moorland
Shaping fairy rings.

My lips recite drab pages
Of household rights and wrongs;
My little witching heart-voice
Is trilling fairy songs.

My staid feet, shod in leather,
Tread solemn paths of clay;
My heart, in crystal slippers,
Lilts down a rainbow way.

I sew discreet blue gingham
For frocks of doubtful grace;
My heart trims gowns of gossamer
With Queen Anne's lace.

Perhaps the pans are brighter
Touched by a fairy gleam;
Perhaps the bread is lighter
When mingled with a dream.

My course is plainly charted
For-ever-and-a-day . . .
What ho! This pixy heart of mine
Has up and run away!





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