And though you should live in a palace of gold, or sleep in a dried up ditch, You could never be as poor as the fairies are, and never as rich. — Rose Fyleman Copy Share Image
Have you watched the fairies when the rain is done, Spreading out their little wings to dry them in the sun? — Rose Fyleman Copy Share Image
Blind folk see the fairies. Oh, better far than we, Who miss the shining of their wings Because our eyes are filled with things… — Rose Fyleman Copy Share Image
I think mice Are rather nice. Their tails are long, Their faces small, They haven't any Chins at all. — Rose Fyleman Copy Share Image
And though you should live in a palace of gold, or sleep in a dried up ditch, You could never be as poor as… — Rose Fyleman Copy Share Image
“Blind folk see the fairies. Oh, better far than we, Who miss the shining of their wings Because our eyes are filled with things… — Rose Fyleman Copy Share Image
Deaf folk hear the fairies However soft their song; 'Tis we who lose the honey sound Amid the clamor all around That beats the… — Rose Fyleman Copy Share Image
