When the
first baby laughed for the first time,
the laugh
broke into a thousand pieces
and they
all went skipping about,
and that
was the beginning of fairies.
Sir James
M. Barrie
~
I'd Love
To Be A Fairy's Child
Robert
Graves
Children
born of fairy stock
Never
need for shirt or frock,
Never
want for food or fire,
Always
get their hearts desire:
Jingle
pockets full of gold,
Marry
when they're seven years old.
Every
fairy child may keep
Two ponies
and ten sheep;
All have
houses, each his own,
Built
of brick or granite stone;
They live
on cherries, they run wild--
I'd love
to be a Fairy's child.
~
The Fairies
Have Never A Penny
to Spend
Rose
Flyeman
The fairies
have never a penny to spend,
They haven't
a thing put by;
But theirs
is the dower of bird and of flower.
And theirs
are the earth and the sky.
And though
you should live in a place 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
The have
danced like ribbion of flame,
The have
sung their song through the centuries long,
And yet
it is never the same.
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.
~
A Fairy
Song
William
Shakespeare
Over hill,
over dale,
Thorough
bush, thorough brier,
Over park,
over pale,
Thorough
flood, thorough fire!
I do wander
everywhere,
Swifter
than the moon's sphere;
And I
serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew
her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips
tall her pensioners be;
In their
gold coats spots you see;
Those
be rubies, fairy favours;
In those
freckles live their savours;
I must
go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang
a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
~
The Fairy
Child
Lord
Dunsanay
From the
low white walls and the church's steeple,
From our
little fields under grass or grain,
I'm gone
away to the fairy people
I shall
not come to the town again.
You may
see a girl with my face and tresses,
You may
see one come to my mother's door
Who may
speak my words and may wear my dresses.
She will
not be I, for I come no more.
I am gone,
gone far, with the fairies roaming,
You may
ask of me where the herons are
In the
open marsh when the snipe are homing,
Or when
no moon lights nor a single star.
On stormy
nights when the streams are foaming
And a
hint may come of my haunts afar,
With the
reeds my floor and my roof the gloaming,
But I
come no more to Ballynar.
Ask Father
Ryan to read no verses
To call
me back, for I am this day
From blessings
far, and beyond curses.
No heaven
shines where we ride away.
At speed
unthought of in all your stables,
With the
gods of old and the sons of Finn,
With the
queens that reigned in the olden fables
And kings
that won what a sword can win.
You may
hear us streaming above your gables
On nights
as still as a planet's spin;
But never
stir from your chairs and tables
To call
my name. I shall not come in.
For I
am gone to the fairy people.
Make the
most of that other child
Who prays
with you by the village steeple
I am gone
away to the woods and wild.
I am gone
away to the open spaces,
And whither
riding no man may tell;
But I
shall look upon all your faces
No more
in Heaven or Earth or Hell.
~
Fairy
Frilly
Florence
Hoaston
Fairy
Frilly for half an hour
Went to
sleep in a poppy flower-
Went to
sleep in her little green frock,
And the
time of the ball was ten o' clock.
Quarter
to ten and five to ten
Ticked
from the dandelion clock again,
But Fairy
Frilly was deaf to all,
And ten
was the time of the fairy ball!
Little
West Wind came by that way,
And he
pulled off the petal where Frilly lay,
Pulled
it off with the fairy on it,
And blew
with a great big breath upon it.
Of sailed
the petal, Frilly and all-
And thats
how she managed to get to the ball
~
The Find
Francis
Ledwidge
I took
a reed and blew a tune,
And sweet
it was and very clear
To be
about a little thing
That only
few hold dear.
Three
times the cuckoo named himself,
But nothing
heard him on the hill,
Where
I was piping like an elf;
The air
was very still.
"Twas
all about a little thing
I made
a mystery of sound;
I found
it in a fairy ring
Upon a
fairy mound.
~
I Keep
Three Wishes Ready
Anette
Wynne
I keep
three wishes ready,
Lest I
should chance to meet,
Any day
a fairy
Coming
down the street.
I'd hate
to have stammer,
Or have
to think them out,
For it's
very hard to think things up
When a
fairy is about.
And I'd
hate to lose my wishes,
For fairies
fly away,
And perhaps
I'd never chance
On any
other day.
So I keeep
three wishes ready,
Lest I
should chance to meet,
Any day
a fairy
Coming
down the street.
~
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