Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 388
mps alight, And twinkle in the grass;When stars come peeping through the sky, I see the fairies pass. You think, at first, a little mist Is drifting up the glen,But keep as still as any mouse, And hide—and watch —and then— The mist is not a mist at all, But fairies dancing by,As light as wind-blown… … When the clouds are fuzzy-wuzzy and go romping in the sky,With their yellow edges mussed, like tangled hair, And the grass is lying low, for the wind is blowing high,There are flying gleams of sparkle everywhere. When the shadows chase each other over every little hill, And the jolly waves run…
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