And Jen said let them have fairies!
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"The power of Thought,- the magic of the Mind!"
Byron Consair
"Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear, Or like a fairy, trip upon the green, Or like a nymph, with long dishevelled hair, Dance on the sands, and yet no footing scene; Love is a spirit all compact of fire, Not gross to stink, but light, and will aspire."
William Shakespeare
"I wait for God as I go to sleep. I stretch out my hand for His hand to keep. I look for Fairies where grass is deep, And once where I heard a bell on the sheep. The Saint who comes at Christmas time is not so much all mine. He surely comes, for Christmas day, But I never ask the Saint to stay. He brings me beautiful things to keep, But I liked the best the bell on the sheep. God and the Fairies I cannot see are the ones that I want to stay with me. They always stay with me through the night, But they go just before the room is light. It is always just God or just Fairies, who stay, But I never know which, nor which is away. But once I awoke when it was dark and something made me hush and hark. My hand which I'de left outside the sheets was tucked very gently under my cheek so I knew it was God who stayed that night- And then I slept till it was light, And when my hand stays out on the bed I Guess that the Fairies are ther instead. I think the Fairies bring the dreams and when i wake and my room seems very strange, because I've played all the night in a woodsy glade in my dreaming, then I know the Fairy folk who made it so- Fairy folk who slide on a thin moon's ray. But always something has been there, to fill my room with Bay and air to make one feel so sweet and wise Before I open my eyes. But sometimes when it's bright and Day, I feel alone and I must pray. I am sure then and yet I say, " God and the Fairies, be true, be true! I am the child who waits for you"
Louise Townsend Nicholl