I'VE found at last the hiding-place Where the fairy people dwell, And to win the secrets of their race I hold the long-sought spell. With the woodland fairies I can talk, I can list their silvery lays; Oh! pleasant in a lonely walk Is the company of fays. No fabled fancy 'tis to me, For in every floweret's bell Is a tiny chamber, where I see A gentle fairy dwell. And at my bidding forth they come, To soothe me or to cheer, And to tell me tales of fairydom With voices soft and clear. Full many a beauteous lesson, too, Their rosy lips can teach; Great men would wonder if they knew How well the fairies preach! When thoughts of sorrow sadden me, They seem to sympathize, And gaze upon me lovingly, With tender, earnest eyes; But when a tide of joyous glee Is bringing song and smile, Then brightly they look up to me, And laugh with me a while. Oh! lovely are the floweret homes Of these sweet summer fays; God's thoughts of beauty taking form To gladden mortal gaze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE SPRING by THOMAS GRAY OF THE MANNER OF ADDRESSING CLOUDS by WALLACE STEVENS INVITES HIS NYMPH TO HIS COTTAGE by PHILIP AYRES THE OLD CAMP; WRITTEN IN A ROMAN FORTIFICATION IN BAVARIA by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SOTTO VOCE by HAROLD MARTIN BOWMAN |