 | Robert Louis Stevenson: Collected Poems |  |
XXXVI
Fairy-Bread
Come up here, O dusty feet!
Here is fairy-bread to eat.
Here in my retiring room,
Children, you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
And the shade of pine;
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.
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