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.

She has a little silver wand,

And when a good child goes to

She waves her wand from right to

And makes a circle round her 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

From lovely flowers that never fade,

Bright ‘flies that flitter in the sun,

And glow-worms shining in the shade;

And talking birds with gifted

For singing songs and telling tales,

And pretty dwarfs to show the

Through the fairy hills and fairy dales.