QUEEN MAB
A littleFairy 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 round its 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 scentsFrom lovely flowers that never fade;Bright flies that glitter in the sunAnd glow-worms shining in the shade;And talking birds with gifted tonguesFor singing songs and telling tales,And pretty Dwarfs to show the wayThrough Fairy hills and Fairy dales.But when a bad child goes to bed,From left to right she weaves her rings,And then it dreams all through the nightOf only ugly horrid things!Then wicked children wake and weep,And wish the long black gloom away;But good ones love the dark, and findThe night as pleasant as the day.Thomas Hood(Condensed)
A littleFairy 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 round its 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 scentsFrom lovely flowers that never fade;Bright flies that glitter in the sunAnd glow-worms shining in the shade;And talking birds with gifted tonguesFor singing songs and telling tales,And pretty Dwarfs to show the wayThrough Fairy hills and Fairy dales.But when a bad child goes to bed,From left to right she weaves her rings,And then it dreams all through the nightOf only ugly horrid things!Then wicked children wake and weep,And wish the long black gloom away;But good ones love the dark, and findThe night as pleasant as the day.Thomas Hood(Condensed)
A littleFairy comes at night;Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,With silver spots upon her wings,And from the moon she flutters down.
A littleFairy 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 round its head.
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 round its 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;
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 scentsFrom lovely flowers that never fade;Bright flies that glitter in the sunAnd glow-worms shining in the shade;
Of arbours filled with dainty scents
From lovely flowers that never fade;
Bright flies that glitter in the sun
And glow-worms shining in the shade;
And talking birds with gifted tonguesFor singing songs and telling tales,And pretty Dwarfs to show the wayThrough Fairy hills and Fairy dales.
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.
But when a bad child goes to bed,From left to right she weaves her rings,And then it dreams all through the nightOf only ugly horrid things!
But when a bad child goes to bed,
From left to right she weaves her rings,
And then it dreams all through the night
Of only ugly horrid things!
Then wicked children wake and weep,And wish the long black gloom away;But good ones love the dark, and findThe night as pleasant as the day.
Then wicked children wake and weep,
And wish the long black gloom away;
But good ones love the dark, and find
The night as pleasant as the day.
Thomas Hood(Condensed)
Thomas Hood(Condensed)