You tip-toe gently to her bed, Where sleeps the little goldenhead, And smile yourself because a smile You find upon her lips the while: "She dreams of angel, fairy, fay, I told her all about today. She thinks the fairies really true." Well, so do I -- and so do you. Yes, when a fairy garment gleams About her cradle in her dreams, And when in dreams a fay in white Stands guard above her all the night, Think not that each is but a wraith Of simple hope and childish faith, Think not the fairies are not there -- They stand about her ev'rywhere. For these, the fairies, lean above Her crib tonight; sweet Mother Love And Father Care and Sister Good And strong and sturdy Brotherhood. These are the fairies of the home That to the baby's cradle come And fill her dreams with such delight And ward and watch her all the night. These are the fairies, I believe; And in each home and on each eve I pray they guard each little cot -- God help the home where they do not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 26 by JAMES JOYCE THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL THE DINNER-PARTY by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |