Fairy Poems

Welcome to this wonderful world of Fairy Poems in a romantic age when we look for this world that co-exists alongside ours. May you enjoy and appreciate these delights and they are free for you to use for non commercial purpose.










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Fairy Poems

The Faerie Fair

The fairies hold a fair, they say,
Beyond the hills, when slies are grey
and daylight things are laid away.

And very strange their marketing,
if we could see them on the wing
With all the fiary ware they bring.

Long strings they sell, of berries bright,
And wet wind fallen aplles light
Blown from the trees some starry night.

Gay patches, too, for Tattered wings
Gold bubles blown by goblin things.
And mushrooms for the fairy rings.

Fine flutes are there, of magic reed,
Whose piping sets the elves indeed
A-dancing down the dewy mead.

These barter they for bats and moles.
For beaten silver bells and bowls,
bright from the caverns of the Trolls.

And so they show, and sell and buy,
With song and dance round merrily,
Until the morning gilds the sky.

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Spring Magic

The World is very old;
But year by year
It growth new again
When buds appear.

The World is very old,
And sometimes sad;
But when the daisies come
The World is glad.

The World is very old;
But every spring
It groweth young again,
And fairies sing.

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Fairy Poems

The Song of the Dandelion Fairy

Here’s the Dandelion’s rhyme:
See my leaves with tooth-like edges;
Blow my clocks to tell the time;
See me flaunting by the hedges,

In the meadow, in the lane,
Gay and naughty in the garden;
Pull me up – I grow again,
Asking neither leave nor pardon.

Sillies, what are you about
With your spades and hoes of iron?
You can never drive me out -
Me, the dauntless Dandelion!

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The Song of the Primrose Fairy

The Primrose opens wide in spring;
Her scent is sweet and good:
It smells of every happy thing
In sunny lane and wood.

I have not half the skill to sing
And praise her as I should.
She’s dear to folk throughout the land;
In her is nothing mean:

She freely spreads on every hand
Her petals pale and clean.
And though she’s neither proud nor grand,
She is the Country Queen.

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The Song of the Daisy Fairy

Come to me and play with me,
I’m the babies’ flower;
Make a necklace gay with me,
Spend the whole long day with me,
Till the sunset hour.

I must say Good-night, you know,
Till tomorrow’s playtime;
Close my petals tight, you know,
Shut the red and white you know,
Sleeping till the daytime.

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The Song of the Bluebell Fairy

My hundred thousand bells of blue,
The splendour of the Spring,
They carpet all the woods anew
With royalty of sapphire hue;
The Primrose is the Queen,‘tis true.

But surely I am King!
Ah yes,
The peerless Woodland King!
Loud, loud the thrushes sing their song;
The bluebell woods are wide;
My stems are tall and straight and strong;
From ugly streets the children throng,
They gather armfuls, great and long,
Then home they troop in pride-
Ah yes,
With laughter and with pride!

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The Song of the Daffodil Fairy

I’m everyone’s darling: the blackbird and starling
Are shouting about me from blossoming boughs;
For I, the Lent Lily, the Daffy-down-dilly,
Have heard through the country the call to arouse.

The orchards are ringing with voices a-singing
The praise of my petticoat, praise of my gown;
The children are playing, and hark! They are saying
That Daffy-down-dilly is come up to town!

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Spring Goes, Summer Comes

The little darling, Spring,
Has run away;
The sunshine grew too hot for her to stay.
She kissed her sister, Summer,And she said:
“When I am gone, you must be queen instead.”
Now reigns the Lady Summer,
Round whore feet
A thousand fairies flock with blossoms sweet.

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The Song of the Buttercup Fairy

‘Tis I whom children love the best;
My wealth is all for them;
For them is set each glossy cup
Upon each sturdy stem.

O little playmates whom I love!
The sky is summer-blue,
And meadows full of buttercups
Are spread abroad for you.

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The Song of the Poppy Fairy

The green wheat’s a-growing,
The lark sings on high;
In scarlet silk a-glowing,
Here stand I.

The wheat’s turning yellow,
Ripening for sheaves;
I hear the little fellow
Who scares the bird-thieves.

Now the harvest’s ended,
The wheat-field is bare;
But still, red and splendid,I am there.

The Song of the Forget-Me-Not Fairy

So small, so blue, in grassy places
My flowers raise
Their tiny faces.
By streams my bigger sisters grow,
And smile in gardens,
In a row.
I’ve never seen a garden plot;
But though I’m small
Forget me not!

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The Song of the Wild Rose Fairy

I am the queen whom everybody knows:
I am the English Rose;
As light and free as any Jenny Wren,
As dear to Englishmen;

As joyous as a Robin Redbreast’s tune,
I scent the air of June;
My buds are rosy as a baby’s cheek;
I have one word to speak
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One word which is my secret and my song,
‘Tis “England, England, England” all day long.

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The Song of the Rose Fairy

Best and dearest flower that grows
,Perfect both to see and smell;
Words can never, never tell
Half the beauty of a Rose-

Buds that open to disclose
Fold on fold of purest white,
Love pink, or red that glows
Deep, sweet-scented. What delight
To be Fairy of the Rose!

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May these beautiful Flower Fairy Poems written by
Cicely Mary Barker
Inspire both the love of flowers and wonderful poetry.

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