You told me once you wished you could believe
In gnomes and fairies, leprechauns and elves.
And wise you were, for should we not ourselves
At long last find in fairyland reprieve
From all the sorrows that the heart must grieve.
Stay! Is it true perhaps? And are we blind?
Oh! Come with me and we shall surely find
A silver fairy plucking at our sleeve,
A merry spirit,or a laughing gnome
Inviting us to play within his home
Beneath the trees where violets scent the grass.
Hush! Did you see those dancing fairies pass?

But I've no need to look for fairyland
When you are near and hold me by the hand.

JMT 1946