To-day upon the hillside I saw a golden fairy; Her name is Rainbow-Shimmer, But for you and me she's Mary. For Mary is the mother Of all sweet souls that be, From the angels in heaven To the best fish in the sea. And of all sweet souls that are, Fairies are the rarest, And Mary was a star Among the fairest. She had a golden kingcup Her little golden head, For dress she had a daisy white Just tipped with red. She danced upon a clover leaf Still ashine with dew And the blue sky above was not As her blue eyes so blue. Her partner was a sunbeam, A partner wild and wary, Whose reel might even tire The patience of a fairy. Ah, how the two went dancing Among the dewy clover; I would that you were Mary And I your sunbeam lover! "Stop, Mary, stop," I whispered "Be not so wild and wary, I know a little lassie Who'd dearly love a fairy!" But in a twink she vanished, The dewshine dance was over! Ah, her twinkling laughter With her sunbeam lover! But, hush! Her hiding-place Is not so far apart: I'll tell you where it is, dear, It's deep in Mother's heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POE'S COTTAGE AT FORDHAM by JOHN HENRY BONER SEA GODS: 3 by HILDA DOOLITTLE TO MR. THOMAS SOUTHERNE, ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 1742 by ALEXANDER POPE THE DAY-DREAM: THE SLEEPING PALACE by ALFRED TENNYSON GO NOW' by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |