To-morrow I shall go again
And seek the magic place,
I shall not be so foolish then,
I shall not hide my face.
But I shall stay for hours and hours
Until the daylight ends,
And we shall dance among the flowers
And be the greatest friends.
And I shall learn their fairy song;
And when I come away
Shall dream of it the whole night long
And sing it every day.
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.