Poems (Ripley)/To a Fairy
TO A FAIRY
I met a fairy tall and slight with eyes like blue cornflowers; Her hair was like a pale sunbeam and clung about her brows; Her face was like a sweet, white rose In all its dainty, soft repose And winsomeness.
Her gown was white, like pale moon-mist and in its shimmering folds Were stars of gold, that nestled close and gleamed about her form; Her step was light and full of grace And in its gliding I could trace A queenliness.
A crown there rested on her head, that shown like glistening dew. And from its center, there, I saw a golden star expand,— Above her snowy brows it gleamed And from its golden center beamed Soft luminance.
Within her hand she held a wand, as white as fallen snow. And twisted all about its length were gleams of silver dew.— Upon its point there flashed a star Like those in heaven seen afar,— In midnight skies.
She stood before me silently, a smile upon her lips.—Yet sweeter far than all her grace and dainty loveliness, Was the sweet lovelight in her eyes, That seemed a gleam of paradise, That fell on me.