Ballads for little folk . And wear the leaves of roses,Like a cap upon their heads. And sleep at night on thistle-down,Instead of feather beds ! Fairy-Folk. These stories, too, have told you, No doubt to your surprise,That the fairies ride in coaches That are drawn by butterflies ;And come into your chambers, When you are locked in dreams,And right across your counterpanes Make bold to drive their teams ;And that they heap your pillows With their gifts of rings and pearls ;But do not heed such idle tales, My little boys and girls. There are no fairy-folk that ride About the world at night,Who
Ballads for little folk . And wear the leaves of roses,Like a cap upon their heads. And sleep at night on thistle-down,Instead of feather beds ! Fairy-Folk. These stories, too, have told you, No doubt to your surprise,That the fairies ride in coaches That are drawn by butterflies ;And come into your chambers, When you are locked in dreams,And right across your counterpanes Make bold to drive their teams ;And that they heap your pillows With their gifts of rings and pearls ;But do not heed such idle tales, My little boys and girls. There are no fairy-folk that ride About the world at night,Who give you rings and other things, To pay for doing if you do to others what Youd have them do to you,Youll be as blest as if the best Of story-books were
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