A Song of Fairies
Oh, the beauty of the world is in this garden,
I hear it stir on every hand.
See how the flowers keep still because of it!
hear how it trembles in the blackbird’s song!
There is a secret in it, a blessed mystery.
I fain would weep to feel it near me, my eyes
grow dim before these unseen wings.
And the secret is in other places, it is in songs
and music and all lovers’ hearts.
Hush now, and walk on tiptoe, for these are fairy things.
Elizabeth Kirby