The Dream Fairy

A little fairy comes 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 a circle above her head.
And then it dreams of pleasant things,
Of fountains filled with fairy fish,
And trees that bear delicious fruit,
And bow their branches at a wish;
Of arbours filled with dainty scents
From 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

Many of you know that my nickname is droomelfje. This means dreamfairy in Dutch. Thats why I put this lovely poem up here:)