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There Are Fairies

    By Madison Julius Cawein



I.

    There are fairies, bright of eye,
    Who the wildflowers' warders are:
    Ouphes that chase the firefly;
    Elves that ride the shooting star;
    Fays who in a cobweb lie,
    Swinging on a moonbeam-bar,
    Or who harness bumblebees,
    Grumbling on the clover leas,
    To a blossom or a breeze,
    That's their fairy car.
    If you care, you too may see
    There are fairies verily
    There are fairies.

II.

    There are fairies. I could swear
    I have seen them busy where
    Rose leaves loose their scented hair,
    In the moonlight weaving weaving
    Out of starshine and the dew
    Glinting gown and shimmering shoe;
    Or within a glow-worm lair
    From the dark earth slowly heaving
    Mushrooms whiter than the moon,
    On whose tops they sit and croon,
    With their grig-like mandolins,
    To fair fairy ladykins,
    Leaning from the window-sill
    Of a rose or daffodil,
    Listening to their serenade
    All of cricket music made.
    Follow me, oh, follow me!
    Ho! away to faery!
    Where your eyes, like mine, may see
    There are fairies verily
    There are fairies.

III.

    There are fairies: elves that swing
    In a wild and rainbow ring
    Through the air, or mount the wing
    Of a bat to courier news
    To the fairy queen and king;
    Fays who stretch the gossamers
    On which twilight hangs the dews;
    Or who whisper in the ears
    Of the flowers words so sweet
    That their hearts are turned to musk
    And to honey, things that beat
    In their veins of gold and blue;
    Ouphes that shepherd moths of dusk
    Soft of wing and gray of hue
    Forth to pasture on the dew.
    There are fairies verily,
    Verily;
    For the old owl in the tree,
    Hollow tree,
    He who maketh melody
    For them tripping merrily,
    Told it me.
    There are fairies verily
    There are fairies.



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