All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,
Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.
Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames—
These must all be fairy names!
Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!
Fair are grown-up people's trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.
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As if looking through the eyes of a child - all the wondrous things that happen in a garden.
It is a delightful perspective of fairy places and fairy things.
~Von~ -
Dreamy
This reminds me alot of the style and attitude Leigh Hunt puts in his poetry. Very great. A classic.
More people should embrace the old so as to understand better the new. -
what an enchanting poem. and it has never been read here before what a shame. Many would enjoy this write.
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