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grammymumzy · 1 year
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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!
Rose Fyleman
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bugburrypond · 2 years
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(via Autumn Fairies by Laura Jaworski (@bugburrypond) 🍂)
www.laurajaworski.com
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edwardian-masquerade · 2 months
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"And then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?"
-Vincent van Gogh
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illustratus · 2 months
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La Belle Dame sans Merci by Paul Julien Meylan
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muchlovefleursblog · 27 days
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Forever thankful for my friend
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andrews-songs · 2 years
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Oberon
Oberon
OberonBy Michael Anthony Adams, Jr. The moss is deep.“That means fairies live here,”is what my wife always saysto our child discovering the world. It’s like a bedfor your soles to sink into,a soft sleep for your toesalways used to harsh concrete. I laid down on itlast night and closed my eyes.Drifting through a dream,Oberon came to me… He said, “Follow usto the realm of mystery.Forget what…
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danskjavlarna · 1 month
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Crawling through time: vintage caterpillars, some giant.
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strijkdesign · 19 days
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"Sakura"
In the garden's hush, 'neath twilight's pall, Cherry blossoms sway, a silent thrall. Their petals whisper soft goodbyes, In mirrored depths where dreams arise.
With mournful grace, on mirrored sheen, The blossoms pirouette, then fall unseen. For in their bloom, they dance, they sigh, But all too soon, they fade and die.
In hues of pink and fragile white, They paint the waters with soft light. Even as they grace the water's gleam, Their fate is sealed, a fleeting dream.
Like whispers lost in evening's glow, In nature's cycle, swift they go. Each blossom, a reminder clear, Of life's ephemeral veneer.
In every fall, a solemn plea, To cherish moments, let them be. For life, like blossoms, swift and fleet, In moments past, we find it sweet. ...
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luthienne · 1 year
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George Seferis, from Collected Poems; "Last Stop" (tr. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)
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ginasdiary · 2 months
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Classic literature aesthetic 🕯️🩶
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nikswonderland · 1 year
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Cicely Mary Barker, from their completed Book of the Flower Fairies
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embeccy · 4 months
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"she vanishes, like a fairy tale."
- Aleksandr Kuprin
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bugburrypond · 3 months
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(via Winter Fairies)
"High in the clouds The fairies are weaving Delicate snowflakes of glittering lace
They dust them in starshine Then send them to earth To blanket the world in grace."
Laura Jaworski
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edwardian-masquerade · 2 months
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"Over the fence—
Strawberries— grow—
Over the fence—
I could climb— if I tried, I know—
Berries are nice!
But— if I stained my Apron—
God would certainly scold!
Oh, dear, — I guess if He were a Boy—
He'd— climb— if He could!"
-Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
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✨🧚🏻‍♀️Fairies day out🧚🏻‍♀️✨
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thefugitivesaint · 4 months
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Mary Ellsworth (1882-1971), ''Poems For The Very Young Child'', compiled by Dolores Knippel, 1932 Source
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