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Post by Cat on Jan 12, 2016 19:14:19 GMT
I'm back after recovery then a few days extra busy with work, I hope you enjoy the next installment  |
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Post by Cat on Jan 12, 2016 19:19:07 GMT
 Sing a song of Larch trees
Loved by fairy-folk;
Dark stands the pinewood,
Bare stands the oak,
But the Larch is dressed and trimmed
Fit for fairy folk!
Sing a song of Larch trees,
Sprays that swing aloft,
Pink tufts, and tassels
Grass-green and soft:
All to please the little elves
Singing songs aloft!
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Post by Cat on Jan 12, 2016 19:22:45 GMT
 The song of the Lady's-smock Fairy
Where the grass is damp and green, Where the shallow streams are flowing, Where the cowslip buds are showing, I am seen. Dainty as a fairy's frock, White or mauve, of elvin sewing, 'Tis the meadow-maiden growing- Lady's-smock. |
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Post by Cat on Jan 12, 2016 19:25:21 GMT
 The song of the Dog-violet Fairy
The wren and robin hop around; The Primrose-maids my neighbours be; The sun has warmed the mossy ground; Where Spring has come, I too am found: The Cuckoo's call has wakened me! |
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Post by Cat on Jan 12, 2016 19:30:04 GMT
 The song of the Bluebell Fairy
My hundred thousand bells of blue, The splendour of the Spring, They carpet all the woods anew With royalty of sapphire hue; The primrose is Queen, 'tis true. But surely I am King! Ah yes, The peerless Woodland King! Loud, loud the thrushes sing their song; The bluebell woods are wide; My stems are tall and straight and strong; From ugly streets the children throng, They gather armfuls, great and long, Then home they troop in pride- Ah yes, With laughter and with pride! |
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Post by dianthus on Jan 12, 2016 20:27:06 GMT
I don't think I've ever seen the violet and bluebell fairies before, so thanks for posting them Cat |
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Post by Cat on Jan 12, 2016 21:00:20 GMT
I don't think I've ever seen the violet and bluebell fairies before, so thanks for posting them Cat Your welcome |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2016 23:04:21 GMT
Lovely to read these on a wet winter's night, sitting by the fire with a nice cup of tea Thanks for posting them Cat
Like it sais in the poem, I remember gathering armfuls of bluebells from the woods many years ago - shouldn't have done it but things were different then ...
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Post by Cat on Jan 17, 2016 16:26:56 GMT
 (There are many kinds of Speedwell: this is the Germander.) The song of the Speedwell Fairy
Clear blue are the skies; My petals are blue; As beautiful, too, As bluest of eyes. The heavens are high: By the field-path I grow Where wayfarers go, And "Good Speed," say I; "See, here is a prize Of wonderful worth: A weed of the earth, As blue as the skies!" |
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Post by Cat on Jan 17, 2016 16:34:22 GMT
 The song of the Daffodil Fairy
I'm everyone's darling: the blackbird and starling Are shouting about me from blossoming boughs; For I, the Lent Lily, the Daffy-down-dilly, Have heard through the country the call to arouse. The orchards are ringing with voices a-singing The praise of my petticoat, praise of my gown; The children are playing, and hark! they are saying That Daffy-down-dilly is come up to town! |
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Post by Cat on Jan 17, 2016 16:41:37 GMT
 The song of the Stitchwort Fairy
(A prettier name for Stitchwort is Starwort, but it is not often used.)
I am brittle-stemmed and slender, But the grass is my defender. On the banks where grass is long, I can stand erect and strong. All my mass of starry faces Looking up from wayside places, From the thick and tangled grass, Gives you greeting as you pass. |
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Post by Cat on Jan 25, 2016 17:28:21 GMT
The song of the Heart's -Ease Fairy
Like the richest velvet (I've heard the fairies tell) Grow the handsome pansies within the garden wall; When you praise their beauty, remember me as well - Think of little Heart's-ease, the brother of them all! Come away and seek me when the year is young, Through the open ploughlands beyond the garden wall; Many names are pretty and many songs are sung: Mine - because I'm Heart's-ease - are prettiest of all! (Heart's-ease or Wild Pansy was also previously known as Jump-up-and-kiss-me) |
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Post by Cat on Jan 25, 2016 17:30:51 GMT
 The song of the Wood-Sorrel Fairy
In the wood the trees are tall, Up and up they tower; You and I are very small - Fairy-child and flower. Bracken stalks are shooting high, Far and far above us; We are little, you and I, But the fairies love us. |
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Post by Cat on Jan 25, 2016 17:36:42 GMT
 The song of the Lords-and-Ladies Fairy
Here's the song of the Lords-and-ladies (in the damp and shade he grows): I have neither bells not petals, like the foxglove or the rose. Through the length and breadth of England, many flowers you may see - Petals, bells, and cups in plenty - but there's no one else like me. In the hot-house dwells my kinsman, Arum-lily, white and fine; I am not so tall and stately, but the quaintest hood is mine; And my glossy leaves are handsome; I've a spike to make you stare; And my berries are a glory in September. (BUT BEWARE!) (The Wild Arum has other names besides Lords-and-Ladies, such as Cuckoo-pint and Jack-in-the-pulpit) |
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Post by Cat on Jan 25, 2016 17:40:51 GMT
 The song of the May Fairy
My buds, they cluster small and green; The sunshine gaineth heat: Soon shall the hawthorn tree be clothed As with a snowy sheet. O magic sight, the hedge is white, My scent is very sweet; And lo, where I am come indeed, The spring and summer meet. |
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