Pictures by
Mary Baxter St. Clair
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Mary Baxter St. Clair
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A Fairy House
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 the time
Tall dandelion clocks;
While harebells ring an hourly chime
Like a wound music-box.
Some day shall we two 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!
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"Scenic
Wonders"
A butterfly on
a lilypad
A scene from when I was a lad
He landed there in a graceful glide
And laid huge wings out either side
Stretched in the sun he took up space
No other room any place
I dreamed of flying with him
Over the flowers we would skim
Taste the nectar and pick up spore
Fly to the next and pick up more
Truly a afternoon's delight
To go with the butterfly on his flight
By Sean Mc Kelvy
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The Rainbow
Can that fairy
place be found
Where the rainbow touches ground?
Will you tell me, driver, pray,
Is it many miles away?
Somewhere there must be a spot
Shining like a coloured blot,
Pink and purple, blue and green,
Like a transformation scene.
What must all the cattle think
When the grass and flowers turn pink?
Woolly sheep, what do you do
When the daisied field shines blue?
Happy must those children be,
Who the rainbow's end can see,
Who can play and dance and sing
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The
Fairy Lover
It is by
yonder thorn that I saw the fairy host
(O low night wind, O wind of the west!)
My love rode by, there was gold upon his brow,
And since that day I can neither eat nor rest.
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I dare not
pray lest I should forget his face
(O black north wind blowing cold beneath the
sky!)
His face and his eyes shine between me and the
sun:
If I may not be with him I would rather die.
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They tell me I
am cursed and I will lose my soul,
(O red wind shrieking o're the thorn-grown dun!)
But he is my love and I go to him to-night,
Who rides when the thorn glistens white beneath
the moon.
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He will call
my name and lift me to his breast,
(Blow soft O wind 'neath the stars of the south!)
I care not for heaven and I fear not hell
If I have but the kisses of his proud red mouth
Moireen Fox
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Wishes
O give me the
ears of a fairy
To hear the trees growing,
The greeting of ants and of earwigs;
To hearken the lowing
Of tiny green cattle in grass woods
Where wee winds are blowing.
O give me ears of a giant
To hear the sun thunder
Along space, to list the moon coming,
The earth swinging under:
Ah! we hear not and see not, but thinking
Fills life up with wonder!
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Daughters of
Richard
Wishes
O Give me the ears of a fairy
To hear the trees growing,
The greeting of ants and of earwigs;
To hearken the lowing
Of tiny green cattle in grass woods
Where wee winds are blowing.
O give me ears of a giant
To hear the sun thunder
Along space, to list the moon coming,
The earth swinging under:
Ah! we hear not and see not, but thinking
Fills life up with wonder!
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Woodland
Wonder
Where the tall trees grow
And the butterflies go...
Sometimes as tiny as a baby's toe
And others as big as a garden hoe
In amoungst the flowers
In the fairy Vail
Are these little tiny
Dancers Dancing on air....
by Lori Brooks
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| Gossamer
Flight
Deep inside
the crystal forrest
Where many fear to go
Is a place of peace and harmony
Where the springs of eternity flow.
This is where the faeries live
And pass away the hours
Dancing thru the trees,
Playing in the flowers.
Faeries flitting on gossamer wings
Is a common sight
Their wings of rainbow colors
Unfold, quietly taking flight.
Come and take the journey
To find your child within
Open up your heart and mind
And watch the magic begin.
Copyright 1999 Corky Ferguson.
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Our arms are
waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand--
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caolte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling:
Away, come away.
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Song of
Fairies Robbing an Orchard
We, the
Fairies, blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.
Stolen sweets are always sweeter,
Stolen kisses much completer,
Stolen looks are nice in chapels,
Stolen, stolen, be your apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time for orchard-robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling,
Were it not for stealing, stealing.
by Leigh Hunt
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