Pixie, hide your feet in fern Till a little lad return. Leave the bells upon your toes, Till the little fellow goes. In the water softly dive Till a little girl arrive. Let her see the Larger Dipper Buckled lightly to your slipper. Soon the lad will be too tall, And he will not come at all. He shall have a gun one winter And a horn, and be a hunter. And the girl with no concern For the water and the fern, She shall have a lady's chamber. She will not at all remember. Shake your bells, and sing you softly. Dance about their faces deftly. Never let your singing finish Till the enchanted children vanish. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR PICKING AND CHOOSING by MARIANNE MOORE VILLAGE IN LATE SUMMER by CARL SANDBURG |