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The Laburnum Fairy

All Laburnum’s
Yellow flowers
Hanging thick
In happy showers,—
Look at them!
The reason’s plain
Why folks call them
“Golden Rain”!
“Golden Chains”
They call them too,
Swinging there
Against the blue.

The Lime Tree Fairy

Bees! bees! come to the trees
Where the Lime has hung her treasures;
Come, come, hover and hum;
Come and enjoy your pleasures!
The feast is ready, the guests are bidden;
Under the petals the honey is hidden;
Like pearls shine the drops of sweetness there,
And the scent of the Lime-flowers fills the air.
But soon these blossoms pretty and pale
Will all be gone; and the leaf-like sail
Will bear the little round fruits away;
So bees! bees! come while you may!

The Silver Birch Fairy

There’s a gentle tree with a satiny bark,
All silver-white, and upon it, dark,
Is many a crosswise line and mark—
She’s a tree there’s no mistaking!
The Birch is this light and lovely tree,
And as light and lovely still is she
When the Summer’s time has come to flee,
As she was at Spring’s awaking.
She has new Birch-catkins, small and tight,
Though the old ones scatter
and take their flight,
And the little leaves, all yellow and bright,
In the autumn winds are shaking.
And with fluttering wings
and hands that cling,
The fairies play and the fairies swing
On the fine thin twigs,
that will toss and spring
With never a fear of breaking.

The Alder Fairy

By the lake or river-side
Where the Alders dwell,
In the Autumn may be spied
Baby catkins; cones beside—
Old and new as well.
Seasons come and seasons go;
That’s the tale they tell!

After Autumn, Winter’s cold
Leads us to the Spring;
And, before the leaves unfold,
On the Alder you’ll behold,
Crimson catkins swing!
They are making ready now:
That’s the song I sing!

The Sweet Chestnut Fairy

Chestnuts, sweet Chestnuts,
To pick up and eat,
Or keep until Winter,
When, hot, they’re a treat!

Like hedgehogs, their shells
Are prickly outside;
But silky within,
Where the little nuts hide,

Till the shell is split open,
And, shiny and fat,
The Chestnut appears;
Says the Fairy: “How’s that?”

The Elm Tree Fairy

Soft and brown in Winter-time,
Dark and green in Summer’s prime,
All their leaves a yellow haze
In the pleasant Autumn days—
See the lines of Elm trees stand
Keeping watch through all the land
Over lanes, and crops, and cows,
And the fields where Dobbin ploughs.

All day long, with listening ears,
Sits the Elm-tree Elf, and hears
Distant bell, and bleat, and bark,
Whistling boy, and singing lark.
Often on the topmost boughs
Many a rook has built a house;
Evening comes; and overhead,
Cawing, home they fly to bed.

The Lilac Fairy

White May is flowering,
Red May beside;
Laburnum is showering
Gold far and wide;
But I sing of Lilac,
The dearly-loved Lilac,
Lilac, in Maytime
A joy and a pride!

I love her so much
That I never can tell
If she’s sweeter to look at,
Or sweeter to smell.

The Elder Fairy

When the days have grown in length,
When the sun has greater power,
Shining in his noonday strength;
When the Elder Tree’s in flower;
When each shady kind of place
By the stream and up the lane,
Shows its mass of creamy lace—
Summer’s really come again!

The Beech Tree Fairy

The trunks of Beeches are smooth and grey,
Like tall straight pillars of stone
In great Cathedrals where people pray;
Yet from tiny things they’ve grown.
About their roots is the moss; and wide
Their branches spread, and high;
It seems to us, on the earth who bide,
That their heads are in the sky.

And when Spring is here,
and their leaves appear,
With a silky fringe on each,
Nothing is seen so new and green
As the new young green of Beech.
O the great grey Beech is young, is young,
When, dangling soft and small,
Round balls of bloom from its twigs are hung,
And the sun shines over all.

The Sycamore Fairy

Because my seeds have wings, you know,
They fly away to earth;
And where they fall, why, there they grow—
New Sycamores have birth!
Perhaps a score? Oh, hundreds more!
Too many, people say!

And yet to me it’s fun to see
My winged seeds fly away.
(But first they must turn ripe and brown,
And lose their flush of red;
And then they’ll all go twirling down
To earth, to find a bed.)

The Mulberry Fairy

Here we go round the Mulberry bush!
You remember the rhyme—oh yes!
But which of you know
How Mulberries grow
On the slender branches, drooping low?
Not many of you, I guess.

Someone goes round the Mulberry bush
When nobody’s there to see;
He takes the best
And he leaves the rest,
From top to toe like a Mulberry drest:
This fat little fairy’s he!

The Almond Blossom Fairy

Joy! the Winter’s nearly gone!
Soon will Spring come dancing on;
And, before her, here dance I,
Pink like sunrise in the sky.
Other lovely things will follow;
Soon will cuckoo come, and swallow;
Birds will sing and buds will burst,
But the Almond is the first!

The Guelder Rose Fairies

There are two little trees:
In the garden there grows
The one with the snowballs;
All children love those!

The other small tree
Not everyone knows,
With her blossoms spread flat—
Yet they’re both Guelder Rose!

But the garden Guelder has nothing
When her beautiful balls are shed;
While in Autumn her wild little sister
Bears berries of ruby red!

The Wild Cherry Blossom Fairy

In April when the woodland ways
Are all made glad and sweet
With primroses and violets
New-opened at your feet,
Look up and see
A fairy tree,
With blossoms white
In clusters light,
All set on stalks so slender,
With pinky leaves so tender.
O Cherry tree, wild Cherry tree!
You lovely, lovely thing to see!

The Ash Tree Fairy

Trunk and branches are smooth and grey;
(Ash-grey, my honey!)
The buds of the Ash-tree, black are they;
(And the days are long and sunny.)

The leaves make patterns against the sky,
(Blue sky, my honey!)
And the keys in bunches hang on high;
(To call them “keys” is funny!)

Each with its seed, the keys hang there,
(Still there, my honey!)
When the leaves are gone
and the woods are bare;
(Short days may yet be sunny.)

The Poplar Tree

White fluff is drifting like snow round our feet;
Puff! it goes blowing
Away down the street.
Where does it come from? Look up and see!

There, from the Poplar!
Yes, from that tree!
Tassels of silky white fluffiness there
Hang among leaves

All a-shake in the air.
Fairies, you well may guess, use it to stuff
Pillows and cushions,
And play with it—puff!

The Pear Blossom Fairy

Sing, sing, sing, you blackbirds!
Sing, you beautiful thrush!
It’s Spring, Spring, Spring; so sing, sing, sing,
From dawn till the stars say “hush”.

See, see, see the blossom
On the Pear Tree shining white!
It will fall like snow, but the pears will grow
For people’s and birds’ delight.

Build, build, build, you chaffinch;
Build, you robin and wren,
A safe warm nest where your eggs may rest;
Then sit, sit, sit, little hen!

The Cherry Tree Fairy

Cherries, a treat for the blackbirds;
Cherries for girls and boys;
And there’s never an elf in the treetops
But cherries are what he enjoys!

Cherries in garden and orchard,
Ripe and red in the sun;
And the merriest elf in the treetops
Is the fortunate Cherry-tree one!

The Candytuft Fairy

Why am I “Candytuft”?
That I don’t know!
Maybe the fairies
First called me so;
Maybe the children,
Just for a joke;
(I’m in the gardens
Of most little folk).

Look at my clusters!
See how they grow:
Some pink or purple,
Some white as snow;
Petals uneven,
Big ones and small;
Not very tufty—
No candy at all!

The Periwinkle Fairy

In shady shrubby places,
Right early in the year,
I lift my flowers’ faces—
O come and find them here!
My stems are thin and straying,
With leaves of glossy sheen,
The bare brown earth arraying,
For they are ever-green.
No great renown have I. Yet who
Does not love Periwinkle’s blue?

The Marigold Fairy

Great Sun above me in the sky,
So golden, glorious, and high,
My petals, see, are golden too;
They shine, but cannot shine like you.

I scatter many seeds around;
And where they fall upon the ground,
More Marigolds will spring, more flowers
To open wide in sunny hours.

It is because I love you so,
I turn to watch you as you go;
Without your light, no joy could be.
Look down, great Sun, and shine on me!

The Forget-Me-Not Fairy

Where do fairy babies lie
Till they’re old enough to fly?
Here’s a likely place, I think,
’Mid these flowers, blue and pink,
(Pink for girls and blue for boys:
Pretty things for babies’ toys!)
Let us peep now, gently. Why,
Fairy baby, here you lie!

Kicking there, with no one by,
Baby dear, how good you lie!
All alone, but O, you’re not—
You could never be—forgot!
O how glad I am I’ve found you,
With Forget-me-nots around you,
Blue, the colour of the sky!
Fairy baby, Hushaby!

The Cornflower Fairy

’Mid scarlet of poppies and gold of the corn,
In wide-spreading fields were the Cornflowers born;
But now I look round me, and what do I see?
That lilies and roses are neighbours to me!
There’s a beautiful lawn, there are borders and beds,
Where all kinds of flowers raise delicate heads;
For this is a garden, and here, a Boy Blue,
I live and am merry the whole summer through.
My blue is the blue that I always have worn,
And still I remember the poppies and corn.

The Canterbury Bell Fairy

Bells that ring from ancient towers—
Canterbury Bells—
Give their name to summer flowers—
Canterbury Bells!
Do the flower-fairies, playing,
Know what those great bells are saying?
Fairy, in your purple hat,
Little fairy, tell us that!

“Naught I know of bells in towers—
Canterbury Bells!
Mine are pink or purple flowers—
Canterbury Bells!
When I set them all a-swaying,
Something, too, my bells are saying;
Can’t you hear them—ding-dong-ding
Calling fairy-folk to sing?”

The Sweet Pea Fairies

Here Sweet Peas are climbing;
(Here’s the Sweet Pea rhyme!)
Here are little tendrils,
Helping them to climb.

Here are sweetest colours;
Fragrance very sweet;
Here are silky pods of peas,
Not for us to eat!

Here’s a fairy sister,
Trying on with care
Such a grand new bonnet
For the baby there.

Does it suit you, Baby?
Yes, I really think
Nothing’s more becoming
Than this pretty pink!

The Phlox Fairy

August in the garden!
Now the cheerful Phlox
Makes one think of country-girls
Fresh in summer frocks.

There you see magenta,
Here is lovely white,
Mauve, and pink, and cherry-red—
Such a pleasant sight!

Smiling little fairy
Climbing up the stem,
Tell us which is prettiest?
She says, “All of them!”

The Polyanthus and Grape Hyacinth Fairies

“How do you do, Grape Hyacinth?
How do you do?”
“Pleased to see you, Polyanthus,
Pleased to see you,
With your stalk so straight
and your colours so gay.”
“Thank you, neighbour!
I’ve heard good news today.”

“What is the news, Polyanthus?
What have you heard?”
“News of the joy of Spring,
In the song of a bird!”
“Yes, Polyanthus, yes,
I heard it too;
That’s why I’m here,
with my bells in spires of blue.”

The Gaillardia Fairy

There once was a child in a garden,
Who loved all my colours of flame,
The crimson and scarlet and yellow—
But what was my name?

For Gaillardia’s hard to remember!
She looked at my yellow and red,
And thought of the gold and the glory
When the sun goes to bed;

And she troubled no more to remember,
But gave me a splendid new name;
She spoke of my flowers as Sunsets—
Then you do the same!

The Geranium Fairy

Red, red, vermilion red,
With buds and blooms in a glorious head!
There isn’t a flower, the wide world through,
That glows with a brighter scarlet hue.
Her name—Geranium—ev’ryone knows;
She’s just as happy wherever she grows,
In an earthen pot or a garden bed—
Red, red, vermilion red!

The Shirley Poppy Fairy

We were all of us scarlet, and counted as weeds,
When we grew in the fields with the corn;
Now, fall from your pepper-pots, wee little seeds,
And lovelier things shall be born!

You shall sleep in the soil, and awaken next year;
Your buds shall burst open; behold!
Soft-tinted and silken, shall petals appear,
And then into Poppies unfold—

Like daintiest ladies, who dance and are gay,
All frilly and pretty to see!
So I shake out the ripe little seeds, and I say:
“Go, sleep, and awaken like me!”