Where the bluebells and the wind are, Fairies in a ring I spied, And I heard a little linnet Singing near beside. Where the primrose and the dew are, Soon were sped the fairies all: Only now the green turf freshens, And the linnets call. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DISPUTE OF THE HEART AND BODY OF FRANCOIS VILLON by FRANCOIS VILLON ROCK ME TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY (2) by JOHN BYROM FORBIDDEN FRUIT: 2 by EMILY DICKINSON BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON WRINKLES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR |