This is a collection of poems which I have found in abook of mine called 'Fairies' put together by Elizabeth Ratisseau. A sweet little fairy played. And wonderful fairy tales she told And Marvelous music made.
Morning is ripe, Waiting to hear.
The wall is silence, the grass is sleep, Tall trees of peace their vigil keep, And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled. Plays soft on her flute to the drowsy world. There the night through We take out pleasure, Dancing to such a measure As earth never knew.