Silver
Pennies
by Blanche
Jennings
Thompson
Some
One
Watched
the Fairies
The
Little Elf
Fairies
Never
a Penny
Child
Next Door
the
Dormouse
North
Wind's
Mockery
the
Griffin Be
Evening
Song
The
Sleepy Song
Baby
Seed Song
Queen
Anne's Lace
The
Hens
Strange
Tree
Water
Noises
The
Rivals
Faithless
Little
Folks
Parliament
Fog
Plaint
of the Camel
Potatoes'
Dance
Animal
Crackers
Bunch
of Roses
Check
Tiny
Thing
Vinegar
Man
Portrait
Saw
a Moor
Song
of Life
Cloths of Heaven
Grace
for Light
Wandering Aengus
Lone
Dog
Work
Souls
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Have You Watched
the Fairies ?
Here is another little story about some
of the things the fairies do. Perhaps, if you watch very closely, you will
see as much as this child saw.
HAVE you watched the fairies when
the rain is done
Spreading out their little wings to
dry them in the sun ?
I have, I have! Isn't it fun?
Have you heard the fairies all among
the limes
Singing little fairy tunes to little
fairy rhyrmes ?
I have, I have, lots and lots of times!
Have you seen the fairies dancing
in the air,
And dashing off behind the stars to
tidy up their hair ?
I have, I have; I've been there!
Rose Fyleman
The Little
Elf
I MET a little Elf-man, once,
Down where the lilies blow.
I asked him why he was so small,
And why he didn't grow.
He slightly frowned, and with his
eye
He looked me through and through.
"I'm quite as big for me," said he,
"As you are big for you."
John Kendrick Bangs
Fairies
This poem was written by a little girl
only six years old.
Do you think you could write one as
good?
I cannot see fairies,
I dream them.
There is no fairy can hide from me;
I keep on dreaming till I find him:
There you are, Primrose! –
I see you,
Black Wing!
Hilda Conkliny
The Fairies Have Never
a Penny to Spend
Here is another lovely poem about fairies.
Notice what a ringing rhythm it has and in what unexpected places the rhymes
come.
THE fairies have never a penny to
spend,
They haven't a thing put by;
But theirs is the dower of bird and
of Rower,
And theirs are the earth and the sky.
And though you should live in a palace
of gold
Or sleep in a dried-up ditch,
You could never be poor as the fairies
are,
And never as rich.
Since ever and ever the world began
They have danced like a ribbon of
flame,
They have sung their song through
the centuries long,
And yet it is never the so,me.
And though you be foolish or though
you be wise
With hair of silver or gold,
You could never be young as the fairies
are,
And never as old.
Rose Fyleman
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