FAIRYLAND

A Fairy's house stands in a wood,

Midst fairy trees and flowers,

Where daisies sing like little birds

Between the sun and showers,

And grasses whisper tiny things

About this world of ours. --

Such flowers are there beside the way,

Lilies and hollyhocks:

Blow off their stalks to tell the time

Tall dandelion clocks;

While pansies ring an hourly chime

Like a wound music-box. --

Some day shall we two try to find

This strange enchanted place?

Go hand in hand through flower-lit woods

Where living trees embrace--

And suddenly, as in a dream,

Behold a fairy's face!