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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!
