THERE'S a fairy lives in the heart of the Wind, Like the mermaids live in the sea, Her face she hides but you hear her sing "Ou-ee, Ou-ee, Ou-ee!" When the Autumn comes and the days are grey And the Wind rides wild and high, She leaps to the back of an eager cloud And gallops across the sky. Then down she swoops with a shrill "Ho, ho," To whistle and call in the eaves, Or dance in the dust of the long white road With a swirl of bewildered leaves! With the soft West Wind she has songs to sing Of countries far and fair, And she calls to the birds with a word so sweet That they follow her everywhere. When the stars peep out on a summer's night She strays o'er the garden grass, And the blue-bells ring and the roses sway And jostle to see her pass. But her voice is sad when the rain-wind blows; Like a child who is left alone She sighs all day to the whispering brook And sobs in an undertone. One day she came to the nursery door, And rattled the latch and cried! And tossed a leaf at the windowpane, Till I opened the window wide. I felt her pass—and the curtains swayed And the pictures stirred on the wall But when I had shut the window, quick— She was not in the room at all! I followed her out through the garden gate, I followed across the stream, Then I followed her back—and in bed that night I followed her into a dream. I dreamed of a fine tea-party, spread High up on a tossing tree, With a nice white cloud for a table-cloth And the Wind Fairy pouring tea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |