I said there were no fairies, yesterday, Nor elves, nor dryads. Such things could not be. Now I watch humbly by their trysting-tree Trying to coax them to come out and play. But though I bring white moon-flowers to lay Before their feet, and chant the Magic Three, I know they never will return to me. They heard my laughter, and have gone away. Perhaps, because they are such gentle things, Fashioned of subtle, effervescent stuff, A single word of scorn would be enough To break their hearts and bruise their radiant wings. They could not trust the secrets which they know To any mortal who had hurt them so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHERHOOD by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THREE GATES [OF GOLD] by ELIZABETH DAYTON ARIZONA POEMS: 2. MEXICAN QUARTER by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER SPOILS OF THE DEAD by ROBERT FROST THE WOLD WALL by WILLIAM BARNES |