CUNNING little fairy, Where the breezes blow, Rocking in a buttercup, Lightly to and fro; Little folks for nothing Look not so demure; You are planning mischief, I am very sure! You will soon be dancing Down beside the spring; On the velvet meadow, In a fairy ring; Spoiling where the ewes feed All the tender grass; And making charmed circles, Mortals dare not pass. Darkening light where lovers Modest sit apart, You will kiss the maiden, With your wicked art; Make her think her wooer Woefully to blame; Through her frowns and blushes Crying out, "For shame!" Ah! my little fairy, With your mystic charms, You have slipped the infant From its mother's arms; And have left a changeling In its place at night; While you turned the mortal To a tricksy sprite. Thus you mix folks up so, Wicked, willful elf; Never one of us can know If he be himself: And sitting here and telling Of the tricks you do; I wonder whether I am I, Or whether I am you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GARDEN WIRELESS by CARL SANDBURG OUR PRAYER OF THANKS by CARL SANDBURG TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LINES WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM AT ELBINGERODE, IN HARTZ FOREST by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |