THE DREAM FAIRY

A little fairy comes at night,

Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,

With silver spots upon her wings,

And from the moon she flutters down.

 

She has a little silver wand,

And when a good child goes to bed

She waves her wand from left to right

And makes a circle round her head.

 

Amd then it dreams of pleasant things,

Of fountains filled with fairy fish,

And trees that bear dilicious fruit,

And bow their branches at a wish;

 

Of arbours filled with dainty scents

From lovely flowers that never fade,

Bright flies that glitter in the sun,

And glow-worms shining in the shade;

 

And talking birds with gifted tongues

For singing songs and telling tales,

And pretty dwarfs to show the way

Through fairy hills and fairy dales.

--Thomas Hood