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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.

Sher 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 round her head.

And then it dreams of pleasent things,
Of fountains filled with fairy fish,
And trees that bear delicous fruit,
And bow their branches at a wish;

Of arbors filled with dainty scents
From lovely flowers that never fade,

Bright 'flies that flitter in the sun,
And glow-worms shinning 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 tales.

                               Thomas Hood