I’d Love To Be A Fairy’s Child

It will not hurt me when I am old,
A running tide where moonlight burned
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,
It is the happy heart that breaks.

The heart asks more than life can give,
When that is learned, then all is learned;
The waves break fold on jewelled fold,
But beauty itself is fugitive,
It will not hurt me when I am old.

Moonlight, Sara Teasdale



Fool, do not beat the air
With miserable hands –
The wrong is done, the seed is sown,
The evil stands.

Your duty is to draw
Out of the web of wrong,
Out of ill-woven deeds,
A thread of song.

Duty, Sara Teasdale



Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their heart’s desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they’re seven years old.
Every fairy child may keep
Two strong ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild

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