Fairy Poems
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Welcome to these wonderful Fairy Poems that warm your heart and make you look amongst the shrubs for the fairies and pixes in your garden.
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Fairy Poems
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A fairy went a marketing!
A fairy went a marketing-
She bought a little fish;
She put it in a crystal bowl
Upon a golden dish.
An hour she sat in wonderment
And watched it’s silver gleam,
And then she gently took it up
And slipped it in a stream.
A fairy went a marketing-
She bought a coloured bird;
It sang the sweetest, shrillest song
That ever she had heard.
She sat beside it’s painted cage
And listened half the day,
And then she opened wide the door
And let it fly away.
A fairy went a marketing-
She bought a winter gown
All stitched with gossamer
And lined with thistledown.
She wore it all the afternoon
With prancing and delight,
Then gave it to a little frog
To keep him warm at night.
A fairy went a marketing-
She bought a gentle mouse
To take her tiny messages,
To keep her tiny house.
All day she kept it’s busy feet
Pit-patting to and fro,
And then she kissed its silken ears
Thanked it, and let it go.
Rose Fyleman
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Fairy Poems
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The Wallflower Fairy
Wallflower,Wallflower, up on the wall,
Who sowed your seed there?
“No one at all”
Long ago it was blown by the breeze
To the crannies of the walls
where I live as I please.
Garden walls, castle walls, mossy and old
These are my dwellings
From these I behold
The changes of the years;
Yet, each spring that goes by,
Unchanged in my sweet-smelling
Velvet am I!
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The song of the Pink Fairies
Early in the mornings,
When children are still sleeping,
Or late, late at night time,
Beneath the summer moon,
What are they doing,
The busy fairy people?
Could you creep to spy them,
In silent magic shoon.
You might learn a secret,
Among the garden borders,
Something never guessed at,
That no one knows or thinks:
Snip, snip, snip, go busy fairy scissors,
Pinking out the edges
Of the petals of the Pinks.!
Pink Pinks, white Pinks,
Double Pinks, and single,-
Look at them and see
If it’s not the truth I tell!
Why call them Pinks
If they weren’t pinked out by someone?
And what but fairy scissors
Could pink them out so well?
Cicely Mary Barker
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The World is very old;
But year by year
It growth new again
When buds appear.
The World is very old,
And sometimes sad;
But when the daisies come
The World is glad.
The World is very old;
But every spring
It groweth young again,
And fairies sing.
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