A fairy's house stands in a wood, Midst fairy trees and flowers, Where daisies sing like little birds Between the sun and showers, And grasses whisper tiny things About this world of ours. Such flowers are there beside the way, Lilies and hollyhocks: Blow off their stalks to tell the time Tall dandelion clocks; While harebells ring an hourly chime Like a wound music-box. Some day shall we two try to find This strange enchanted place? Go hand in hand through flower-lit woods Where living trees embrace-- And suddenly, as in a dream, Behold a fairy's face!Birth sign: Scorpio
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