I recieved this poem from my friend Daniella for my high school Graduation. It holds special meaning to me.
A little fairy comes out at night,
Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,
With silver spots upon her wings.
And from the moon she flutters down.
She has a little silver wand.
And when a good child goes to bed,
She waves her wand from right to left,
And makes circles round her head.
And then it dreams of pleasant things,
Of fountains filled with fairy fish.
And trees that bear delicious fruit,
That bow their branches at a wish;
Of arbours filled with dainty scents,
From lovely flowers that never fade,
Bright flies that glitter in the sun,
And glow-worms shining in the shade.
And talking birds with gifted tongues
For singing songs and telling tales,
And pretty dwarfs to show the way
Through fairy hills and fairy dales.
~Thomas Hood
