THE VISIT.
When I went to Fairyland, visiting the Queen,
I rode upon a peacock, blue and gold and green;
Silver was the harness, crimson were the reins,
All hung about with little bells that swung on silken chains.
When I went to Fairyland, indeed you cannot think
What pretty things I had to eat, what pretty things to drink;
And did you know that butterflies could sing like little birds?
And did you guess that fairy-talk is not a bit like words?
When I went to Fairyland—of all the lovely things!—
They really taught me how to fly, they gave me fairy wings;
And every night I listen for a tapping on the pane—
I want so very much to go to Fairyland again.
R. F.
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