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CHILD POEMS.
So I peeled a willow, so white, so white,
The wand that the fairies love ;
And I gathered the meadow-sweet, soft and light,
And the fox's crimson glove ;
And I made a couch for the first stray sprite,
With the down of a silver dove.
Fairy, come home !
Fairy, come home !
Where hast thou wandered to ?
Where dost thou roam ?
Here is thy dwelling,
Here is thy place ;
Fairy king, fairy king,
Show us thy face!
Three times round the meadow
The little song did go ;
Then there came a peal of bells
Chiming soft and low :
"Coming, coming, coming;
No one need to wait,
Wearily beseeching,
At the fairy gate.
