I'VE found at last the hiding-place Where the fairy people dwell, And to win the secrets of their race I hold the long-sought spell. With the woodland fairies I can talk, I can list their silvery lays; Oh! pleasant in a lonely walk Is the company of fays. No fabled fancy 'tis to me, For in every floweret's bell Is a tiny chamber, where I see A gentle fairy dwell. And at my bidding forth they come, To soothe me or to cheer, And to tell me tales of fairydom With voices soft and clear. Full many a beauteous lesson, too, Their rosy lips can teach; Great men would wonder if they knew How well the fairies preach! When thoughts of sorrow sadden me, They seem to sympathize, And gaze upon me lovingly, With tender, earnest eyes; But when a tide of joyous glee Is bringing song and smile, Then brightly they look up to me, And laugh with me a while. Oh! lovely are the floweret homes Of these sweet summer fays; God's thoughts of beauty taking form To gladden mortal gaze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HITS AND RUNS by CARL SANDBURG TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN DOWNFALL OF POLAND [FALL OF WARSAW, 1794] by THOMAS CAMPBELL MARIA WENTWORTH by THOMAS CAREW A WINTER TWILIGHT by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE WORKING GIRLS by CARL SANDBURG THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 8. THE CABLE HYMN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |