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 We do not wish to see. — 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
