TO MOTHER FAERIE

Good old Mother Fairie,

sitting by your fire,

Have you any little folk,

you would like to hire?

I want no chubby drudges

To milk, and churn and spin,

Nor old and wrinkled Brownies,

With grisly beards and thin,

But patient little people,

with hands of busy care,

And gentle speech, and loving hearts,

Now have you such to spare?