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TO A LITTLE GIRL
Perhaps, dear Child, you did not know
That Fairies smell as sweet as flowers:
The many tribes have many scents,
And many differing ornaments,
And various heart-delighting bowers.
That Fairies smell as sweet as flowers:
The many tribes have many scents,
And many differing ornaments,
And various heart-delighting bowers.
Now just as birds in sycamores
By sound give sweetness to the trees,
The Fairies by their odours make
The petalled cups a perfume take
To spill upon the passing breeze.
By sound give sweetness to the trees,
The Fairies by their odours make
The petalled cups a perfume take
To spill upon the passing breeze.
If you could pierce with magic eyes
The secrets of the lavender,
You'd find a thousand Fairylings
A-perching there, with folded wings,
And pouring sweetness into her.
The secrets of the lavender,
You'd find a thousand Fairylings
A-perching there, with folded wings,
And pouring sweetness into her.
Perhaps some tribe of Fairy-folk,
If you are bright and diligent,
Will run away from flowers, and start
As birds to twitter in your heart,
And share with you their scent!
If you are bright and diligent,
Will run away from flowers, and start
As birds to twitter in your heart,
And share with you their scent!
| A merry-go-round of song | |