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FAIRIES AND CHIMNEYS

BY ROSE FYLEMAN

VERSE

Fairies and Chimneys
The Fairy Green
The fairy Flwte

TALES

The Rainbow Cat

fames and (Skimneys

BY
ROSE FYLEMAN

DOUBLEDAY & COMPANY, INC.

GARDEN CITY, NEW YORK

COPYRIGHT, 1920 BY GEORGE H. DOHAN COMPANY

PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERIC4

To the redlest fairy of my childhood
MY MOTHER

CONTENTS

I : FAIRIES AND CHIMNEYS

PAGE

Fairies 13

Yesterday in Oxford Street 15

A Fairy Went a-Marketing 18

I Stood Against the Window 20

The Fountain 21

The Best Game the Fairies Play 22

Have You Watched the Fairies? 23

The Child Next Door 24

Differences 25

Mother 27

Grown-Ups 29

Cat's Cradle 30

Visitors 31

CONTENTS

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Wishes 33

The Balloon Man 34

I Don't Like Beetles 35

Very Lovely 36

Summer Morning 37

Fairy Song 39

Invitation 40

Fairies and Chimneys 42

White Magic 43

There Used to Toe 45

If 47

The Fairiet Have Never a Penny to Spend . . 49

II : BIRD LORE

Peacocks 53

The Cuckoo 54

The Rooks 55

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CONTENTS

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The Robin 56

The Cock 58

The Grouse 59

The Skylark 61

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FAIRIES AND CHIMNEYS

FAIRIES

THERE are fairies at the bottom of our garden!

It's not so very, very far away;
You pass the gardener's shed and you just keep straight

ahead

I do so hope they've really come to stay.
There's a little wood, with moss in it and beetles,

And a little stream that quietly runs through;
You wouldn't think they'd dare to come merrymaking
there-
Well, they do.

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!

They often have a dance on summer nights;
The butterflies and bees make a lovely little breeze,

And the rabbits stand about and hold the lights.

FAIRIES AND CHIMNEYS

Did you know that they could sit upon the moonbeams

And pick a little star to make a fan,
And dance away up there in the middle of the air?
Well, they can.

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!

You cannot think how beautiful they are;
They all stand up and sing when the Fairy Queen

and King

Come gently floating down upon their car.
The King is very proud and 'very handsome;

The Queen now can you guess who that could be
(She's a little girl all day, but at night she steals
away)?

Well-it's ME!

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YESTERDAY IN OXFORD STREET

YESTERDAY in Oxford Street, oh, what d you think, my

dears?
I had the most exciting time I've had for years and

years;
The buildings looked so straight and tall, the sky was

blue between,
And, riding on a motor-bus, I saw the fairy queen!

Sitting there upon the rail and bobbing up and down,
The sun was shining on her wings and on her golden

crown;
And looking at the shops she was, the pretty silks and

lace-
She seemed to think that Oxford Street was quite a

lovely place.

FAIRIES AND CHIMNEYS

And once she turned and looked at me, and waved
her little hand;

But I could only stare and stare oh, would she under-
stand?

I simply couldn't speak at all, I simply couldn't stir,

And all the rest of Oxford Street was just a shining
blur.

Then suddenly she shook her wings a bird had flut-
tered by

And down into the street she looked and up into the
sky;

And perching on the railing on a tiny fairy toe,

She flashed away so quickly that I hardly saw her go.

I never saw her any more, altho' I looked all day:
Perhaps she only came to peep, and never meant to
stay:

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But oh, my dears, just think of it, just think what luck

for me,
That she should corne to Oxford Street, and I he there

to see!

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A FAIRY WENT A-MARKETING

A FAIRY went a-marketing

She bought a little fish;
She put it in a crystal bowl

Upon a golden dish.
An hour she sat in wonderment

And watched its silver gleam,
And then she gently took it up

And slipped it in a stream.

A fairy went a-marketing

She bought a coloured bird;
It sang the sweetest, shrillest song

That ever she had heard.
She sat beside its painted cage

And listened half the day,
And then she opened wide the door

And let it fly away.

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A fairy went a-marketing-

She bought a winter gown
All stitched about with gossamer

And lined with thistledown.
She wore it all the afternoon

With prancing and delight,
Then gave it to a little frog

To keep him warm at night.

A fairy went a-marketing

She bought a gentle mouse
To take her tiny messages,

To keep her tiny house.
All day she kept its busy feet

Pit-patting to and fro,
And then she kissed its silken ears,

Thanked it, and let it go.

I STOOD AGAINST THE WINDOW

I STOOD against the window

And looked between the bars,
And there were strings of fairies

Hanging from the stars;
Everywhere and everywhere

In shining, swinging chains;
The air was full of shimmering,

Like sunlight when it rains.

They kept on swinging, swinging,

They flung themselves so high
They caught upon the pointed moon

And hung across the sky.
And when I woke next morning,

There still were crowds and crowds
In beautiful bright bunches

All sleeping on the clouds.

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THE FOUNTAIN

UPON the terrace where I play
A little fountain sings all day

A tiny tune;

It leaps and prances in the air
I saw a little fairy there

This afternoon.

The jumping fountain never stops-
He sat upon the highest drops

And bobbed about;
His legs were waving in the sun,
He seemed to think it splendid fun

I heard him shout

The sparrows watched him from a tree,
A robin bustled up to see

Along the path:

I thought my wishing-bone would break,
I wished so much that I could take

A fairy bath.

THE BEST GAME THE FAIRIES
PLAY

THE best game the fairies play,

The best game of all,
Is sliding down steeples

CYou know they're very tall).
You fly to the weathercock,

And when you hear it crow
You fold your wings and clutch your things

And then let go!

They have a million other games

Cloud-catching's one,
And mud-mixing after rain

Is heaps and heaps of fun;
But when you go and stay with them

Never mind the rest,
Take my advice they're very nice,

But steeple-slidmg's best!

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HAVE YOU WATCHED THE
FAIRIES?

HAVE you watched the fairies when the rain is done
Spreading out their little wings to dry them in the
sun?

I have, I have! Isn't it fun?

Have you heard the fairies all among the limes
Singing little fairy tunes to little fairy rhymes?
I have, I have, lots and lots of times!

Have you seen the fairies dancing in the air,
And dashing off hehind the stars to tidy up their hair?
I have, I have; I've been there!

THE CHILD NEXT DOOR

THE child next door has a wreath on her hat,
Her afternoon frock sticks out like that,

All soft and frilly;
She doesn't believe in fairies at all
CShe told me over the garden wall)

She thinks they're silly.

The child next door has a watch of her own,
She has shiny hair and her name is Joan

CMine's only Mary),
But doesn't it seem very sad to you
To think that she never her whole life through

Has seen a fairy?

DIFFERENCES

DADDY goes a-riding in a motor painted grey,

He makes a lot of snoity noise before he gets away;

The fairies go a-riding when they wish to take their

ease,
The fairies go a-riding on the backs of bumblebees.

Daddy goes a-sailing in a jolly wooden boat,
He takes a lot of tackle and his very oldest coat;
The fairies go a-sailing, and I wonder they get home,
The fairies go a-sailing on a little scrap of foam.

Daddy goes a-climbing with a knapsack and a stick,
The rocks are very hard and steep, his boots are very
thick;

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FAIRIES AND CHIMNEYS

But the fairies go a-climbing (I've seen them there in

crowds),
The fairies go a-climbing on the mountains in the

clouds.

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MOTHER

WHEN mother comes each morning

She wears her oldest things,
She doesn't make a rusde,

She hasn't any rings;
She says, "Good-morning, chickies,

It's such a lovely day,
Let's go into the garden

And have a game of play!"

When mother comes at tea-time

Her dress goes shoo-shoo-shoo,
She always has a little bag,

Sometimes a sunshade too;
She says, "I am so hoping

There's something left for me;
Please hurry up, dear Nanna,

I'm dying for my tea."

FAIRIES AND CHIMNEYS

When mother comes at hed-time

Her evening dress she wears,
She tells us each a story

When we have said our prayers;
And if there is a party

She looks so shiny bright
It's like a lovely fairy

Dropped in to say good-night.

GROWN-UPS

AUNTIES know all about fairies,

Uncles know all about guns,
Mothers and fathers think all the day long
Of making their children happy and strong
Even the littlest ones.

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CAT'S CRADLE

ALTHOUGH it has a jolly name
Cat's cradle is a funny game
I like to play it all the same.

It's easy when you first begin,
But when it goes all long and thin
I daren't put my fingers in.

If mother's anywhere about

We stand against the door and shout

Until she comes and helps us out.

Her fingers look so long and white,
Her rings are very sparkly bright,
She almost always gets it right.

VISITORS

WHEN I was very ill in bed

The fairies came to visit me;
They danced and played around my head,

Tho' other people couldn't see.

Across the end a railing goes

With bars and balls and twisted rings,
And there they jiggled on their toes

And did the wonderfullest things.

They balanced on the golden balls,
They jumped about from bar to bar,

And then they fluttered to the walls
Where coloured birds and flowers are.

I watched them darting in and out,
I watched them gaily climb and cling,

While all the flowers moved about
And all the birds began to sing,

FAIRIES AJSTI> C H I M 3ST E Y S

And when it was no longer light
I felt them up my pillows creep,

And there they sat and sang all night-
I heard them singing in my sleep.

WISHES

I WISH I liked rice pudding,
I wish I were a twin,
I wish some day a real live fairy
Would just come walking in.

I wish when I'm at table
My feet would touch the floor,
I wish our pipes would burst next winter,
Just like they did next door.

I wish that I could whistle
Real proper grown-up tunes,
I wish they'd let me sweep the chimneys
On rainy afternoons.

IVe got such heaps of wishes,
I've only said a few;
I wish that I could wake some morning
And find they'd all come true!

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THE BALLOON MAN

HE always comes on market days,
And holds balloons a lovely bunch

And in the market square he stays,
And never seems to think of lunch.

They're red and purple, blue and green,

And when it is a sunny day
Tho' carts and people get between

You see them shining far away.

And some are big and some are small,
All tied together with a string,

And if there is a wind at all
They tug and tug like anything.

Some day perhaps he'll let them go
And we shall see them sailing high,

And stand and watch them from below-
They -would look pretty in the sky!

[34]

I DON'T LIKE BEETLES

I DON'T like beetles, tho' I'm sure they're very good,
I don't like porridge, tho' my Nanna says I should;
I don't like the cistern in the attic where I play,
And the funny noise the bath makes when the water
runs away.

I don't like the feeling when my gloves are made of

silk,
And that dreadful slimy skinny stuff on top of hot

milk;

I don't like tigers, not even in a book,
And, I know it's very naughty, but I don't like Cook!

[35]

VERY LOVELY

WOULDN'T it be lovely if the rain came down
Till the water was quite high over all the town?
If the cabs and buses all were set afloat,
And we had to go to school in a little boat?

Wouldn't it be lovely if it still should pour
And we all went up to live on the second floor?
If we saw the butcher sailing up the hill,
And we took the letters in at the window sill?

It's been raining, raining, all the afternoon;
All these things might happen really very soon.
If we woke to-morrow and found they had begun,
Wouldn't it be glorious? Wouldn't it be fun?

[36]

SUMMER MORNING

THE air around was trembling-bright
And full of dancing specks of light,
While butterflies were dancing too
Between the shining green and blue.
I might not watch, I might not stay,
I ran along the meadow way.

The straggling brambles caught my feet,
The clover field was, oh! so sweet;
I heard a singing in the sky,
And busy things went buzzing by;
And how it came I cannot tell,
But all the hedges sang as well.

Along the clover-field I ran
To where the little wood began,

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And there I understood at last
Why I had come so far, so fast-
On every leaf of every tree
A fairy sat and smiled at me!

[38]

FAIRY SONG

DANCE, little friend, little friend breeze,
Low among the hedgerows, high among the trees;
Fairy partners wait for you, oh, do not miss your
chance,

Dance, little friend, dance!

Sing, little friend, little friend stream,

Softly through the mossy nooks where fairies lie and

dream;

Sweetly by the rushes where fairies sway and swing,
Sing, little friend, sing!

Shine, little friend, little friend moon,
The fairies will have gathered in the forest very soon;
Send your gleaming silver darts where thick the
branches twine,

Shine, little friend, shine!

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INVITATION

IF you will come and stay with us

You shall not want for ease;
We'll swing you on a cobweb

Between the forest trees.
And twenty little singing birds

Upon a flowering thorn
Shall hush you every evening

And wake you every morn.

If you will come and stay with us

You need not miss your school,
A learned toad shall teach you,

High-perched upon his stool.
And he will tell you many things

That none but fairies know
The way the wind goes wandering,

And how the daisies grow.

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FAIRIES AND CHIMNEYS

If you will come and stay with us
You shall not lack, my dear,

The finest fairy raiment,
The best of fairy cheer.

Well send a million glow-worms out,
And slender chains of light

Shall make a shining pathway-
Then why not come to-night?

FAIRIES AND CHIMNEYS

You know the smoke from chimneys-
It often isn't smoke,

It's nothing but the fairies
Having such a joke.

Round they fly and round about,
Higher still and higher

"Dearie me," the people say,
"A chimney on fire!"

You know the noise the wind makes

At night-time now and then-
It's just those naughty fairies

At their tricks again-
Sitting in the chimney

Round and round in rows,
Singing all together

And warming up their toes.

WHITE MAGIC

BLIND folk see the fairies,

Oh, better far than we,
Who miss the shining of their wings
Because our eyes are filled with things

We do not wish to see.
They need not seek enchantment

From solemn, printed books,
For all about them as they go
The fairies flutter to and fro

With smiling, friendly looks.

Deaf folk hear the fairies

However soft their song;
Tis we who lose the honey sound
Amid the clamour all around

That beats the whole day long.

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FAIRIES AND CHIMNEYS

But they with gentle faces

Sit quietly apart;

What room have they for sorrowing
While fairy minstrels sit and sing

Close to their listening heart?

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THERE USED TO BE-
THERE used to be fairies in Germany

I know, for I've seen them there
In a great cool wood where the tall trees stood

With their heads high up in the air;
They scrambled about in the forest

And nobody seemed to mind;

They were dear little things (tho' they didn't have
wings)

And they smiled and their eyes were kind.

What, and oh what were they doing

To let things like this?
How could it be? And didn't they see

That folk were going amiss?
Were they too busy playing,

Or can they perhaps have slept,
That never they heard an ominous word

That stealthily crept and crept?

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There used to be fairies in Germany

The children will look for them still;
They will search all about till the sunlight slips out

And the trees stand frowning and chill.
"The flowers," they will say, "have all vanished,

And where can the fairies be fled
That played in the fern?" The flowers will return,

But I fear that the fairies are dead.

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IF

IF I were a bird with a dear little nest

I should always be going for flights,
I'd fly to the North and the South and the West

And see all the wonderful sights.
I'd perch on the point of the very tall spires,

And race with the insects and bees,
And there would be parties on telegraph wires,

And school at the top of the trees.

If I were a fairy and lived in a flower,

What fun, oh, what fun it would be!
I'm certain I never should sleep for an hour,

And I'd always have honey for tea;
And never a stocking or shoe would I wear,

Nor ever a hat on my head,
And no one would tell me to tidy my hair,

And no one would send me to bed.

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FAIRIES AND CHIMNEYS

If I were a duchess in satin and pearls,

I'd curtsey like this and like this;
I'd graciously smile at the lords and the earls,

And give them my fingers to kiss.
And mother should dress all in silver and pink,

And daddy in silver and green,
And off we should go in a coach, only think,

To live with the King and the Queen!

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THE FAIRIES HAVE NEVER A
PENNY TO SPEND

THE fairies have never a penny to spend,

They haven't a thing put by,
But theirs is the dower of bird and of flower

And theirs are the earth and the sky.
And though you should live in a palace of gold

Or sleep in a dried-up ditch,
You could never be poor as the fairies are,
And never as rich.

Since ever and ever the world began
They have danced like a ribbon of flame,

They have sung their song through the centuries long
And yet it is never the same.

And though you be foolish or though you be wise,
With hair of silver or gold,

You could never be young as the fairies are,
And never as old.

[49]

BIRD LORE

PEACOCKS

PEACOCKS sweep the fairies* rooms;
They use their folded tails for brooms;
But fairy dust is brighter far
Than any mortal colours are;
And all about their tails it clings
In strange designs of rounds and rings;
And that is why they strut about
And proudly spread their feathers out.

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THE CUCKOO

THE cuckoo is a tell-tale,

A mischief-making bird;
He flies to East, he flies to West
And whispers into every nest

The wicked things he's heard;
He loves to spread his naughty lies,
He laughs about it as he flies;
"Cuckoo," he cries, "cuckoo, cuckoo,

It's true, it's true."

And when the fairies catch him

His busy wings they dock,
They shut him up for evermore
(He may not go beyond the door)

Inside a wooden clock;
Inside a wooden clock he cowers
And has to tell the proper hours-
"Cuckoo," he cries, "cuckoo, cuckoo,
It's true, it's true."

[54]

THE ROOKS

HIGH in the elm-trees sit the rooks,
Or flit about with busy looks

And solemn, ceaseless caws.
Small wonder they are so intent,
They are the fairies' Parliament-

They make the fairy laws.

They never seem to stop all day,
And you can hear from far away

Their busy chatter-chat.
They work so very hard indeed
You'd wonder that the fairies need

So many laws as that.

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THE ROBIN

THE robin is the fairies' page;

They keep him neatly dressed
For country service or for town
In dapper livery of brown

And little scarlet vest

On busy errands all day long

He hurries to and fro
With watchful eyes and nimble wings-
There are not very many things.

The robin doesn't bow.

And he can tell you, if he will,

The latest fairy news:
The quaint adventures of the King,
And whom the Queen is visiting,

And where she gets her shoes,

BIRD LORE

And lately, when the fairy Court

Invited me to tea,
He stood behind the Royal Chair;
And here, I solemnly declare,
When he discovered I was there,

That robin winked at me.

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THE COCK

THE kindly cock is the fairies' friend,

He warns them when their revels must end;

He never forgets to give the word,

For the cock is a thoroughly punctual bird.

And since he grieves that he never can fly,
Like all the other birds, up in the sky,
The fairies put him now and again
High on a church for a weather-vane.

Little for sun or for rain he cares;
He turns about with the proudest airs
And chuckles with joy as the clouds go past
To think he is up in the sky at last.

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THE GROUSE

THE grouse that lives on the moorland wide
Is filled with a most ridiculous pride;
He thinks that it all belongs to him
And every one else must obey his whim.
When the queer wee folk who live on the moors
Come joyfully leaping out of their doors
To frisk about on the warm sweet heather
Laughing and chattering all together,
He looks askance at their rollicking play
And calls to them in the angriest way:
"You're a feather-brained, foolish, frivolous pack,
Go back, you rascally imps, go back!"

But little enough they heed his shout;
Over the rocks they tumble about;
They chase each other over the ling;
They kick their heels in the heather and sing;

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"Oho, Mr. Grouse, you d best beware
Or some fine day, if you don't take care,
The witch who lives in the big brown bog
With a wise old weasel, a rat and a frog,
Will come a-capering over the fell
And put you under a horrible spell;
Your feathers will moult and your voice will era
Go back, you silly old bird, go back!"

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THE SKYLARK

OF all the birds the fairies love the skylark much the

best;
They come with little fairy gifts to seek his hidden

nest;
They praise his tiny slender feet and silken suit of

brown,
And with their gentle hands they smooth his feathers

softly down.

They cluster round with glowing cheeks and bright

expectant eyes,
Waiting the moment that shall bring the freedom of

the skies;
Waiting the double-sweet delight that only he can

give,
(Oh, kings might surely spurn their crowns to live as

fairies live}.

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FAIRIES AND CHIMNEYS

To ride upon a skylark's back between his happy

wings,
To float upon the edge of heaven and listen while he

sings
The dreams of mortals scarce can touch so perfected

a bliss,
And even fairies cannot know a greater joy than this.