• A Fairy's house stands in a wood,
    Midst fairy trees and flowers,
    Where daisies sing like little birds
    Between the sun and showers,
    And grasses whisper tiny things
    About this world of ours.
    Such flowers are there beside the way,
    Lilies and hollyhocks;
    Blow off their stalks to tell time
    Tall dandelion clocks;
    While harebells ring an hourly chime
    Like a wound music-box.
    Some day shall we 2 try to find
    This strange enchanted place?
    Go hand in hand through flower-lit woods
    Where living trees embrace~
    And suddenly,as in a dream,
    Behold a fairy's face!