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 Fairyland A Fairy's house stands in a wood, Midst fairy trees and flowers, Where daisies sing like little birds Between the sun and showers, And grasses whisper tiny things About this world of ours. Such flowers are there beside the way, Lilies and hollyhocks: Blow off their stalks to tell the time Tall dandelion clocks; While harebells ring an hourly chime Like a wound music-box. Some day shall we two try to find This strange enchanted place? Go hand in hand through flower-lit woods Where living trees embrace-- And suddenly, as in a dream, Behold a fairy's face! Enchanted Tulips and Other Verses for Children by A., E., and M. Keary London: Macmillan and Co., Limited, 1914 For which my soul did pine - A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine All wreathes with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. ... And all my days are trances And all my nightly dreams Are where thy gray eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams - In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. - Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), "To One in Paradise" (1834), st. 1 and st. 4 I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania some time of the night, Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in. - William Shakespeare (1564-1616), A Midsummer Night's Dream, II, i, 249  |