Rose Fyleman

“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.”

“Blind folk see the fairies.Oh, better far than we,Who miss the shining of their wingsBecause our eyes are filled with thingsWe do not wish to see.Deaf folk hear the fairiesHowever soft their song;'Tis we who lose the honey soundAmid the clamour all aroundThat beats the whole day long.”