The fairies live in garden flowers,
As doth the caterpillar;
The mignonette a cottage is,
A larkspur is a villa.
In rose-trees' old embattled walls
Proud fairy earls are dwelling;
Campanulas are churches tall,
Where bells the hours are telling.
Acanthus flowers let out as flats,
Whose tennants are erratic;
I knew an artist fay who climbed
Twelve stories to his attic.
And there's a fairy architect
A curious gift discloses,
Restoring most artistic homes
From ruinous moss-roses.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 3 October 1931
Author reference site: Austlit
See also.
As doth the caterpillar;
The mignonette a cottage is,
A larkspur is a villa.
In rose-trees' old embattled walls
Proud fairy earls are dwelling;
Campanulas are churches tall,
Where bells the hours are telling.
Acanthus flowers let out as flats,
Whose tennants are erratic;
I knew an artist fay who climbed
Twelve stories to his attic.
And there's a fairy architect
A curious gift discloses,
Restoring most artistic homes
From ruinous moss-roses.
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 3 October 1931
Author reference site: Austlit
See also.
