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LIX. FAIRY-TALES
Yes: “fairy-tales” you love.—But was there ever fairy
So full of love and life, and laughter light and airy,
And soft coquettish glee,
As thou art? All the tales the thought of man has fashioned
Held never yet a queen so graceful and impassioned:
The sweetest fairy never equalled thee.
So full of love and life, and laughter light and airy,
And soft coquettish glee,
As thou art? All the tales the thought of man has fashioned
Held never yet a queen so graceful and impassioned:
The sweetest fairy never equalled thee.
Ah, dear old fairy-tales! I would that thou mightst love them
For ever, and with eyes quite tearless bend above them
For ever and evermore.
Life is no fairy-tale. There comes an hour for waking.
Yet when I gaze at thee, I see the soft waves breaking
On sacred dreamland's ever-golden shore.
For ever, and with eyes quite tearless bend above them
For ever and evermore.
Life is no fairy-tale. There comes an hour for waking.
Yet when I gaze at thee, I see the soft waves breaking
On sacred dreamland's ever-golden shore.
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