Like frilly cushions full of pins
For tiny dames and fairykins;
Or else like dancers decked with gems,
My flowers sway on slender stems.
They curtsey in the meadow grass,
And nod to butterflies who pass.
The Scabious Fairy
Like frilly cushions full of pins
For tiny dames and fairykins;
Or else like dancers decked with gems,
My flowers sway on slender stems.
They curtsey in the meadow grass,
And nod to butterflies who pass.