Where the bright red poppies grow,
The baby’s breath and cosmos,
And carnations, row on row.
And I sat beside the rosebush
In the lovely summer’s glow
And I thought I saw a fairy –
Or perhaps, a faint rainbow.
I sat so still, and held my breath,
And soon I knew for sure
It was a fairy, and she danced
To music, sweet and pure.
She was just not any fairy,
Dressed in gown of silk azure;
‘Twas Titania,Queen of Fairies!
I was caught by her allure.
She danced and twirled in circles,
Flew high, then down she swooped,
A crazy, happy, silly clown,
She swirled and looped-the-loop.
Then suddenly the court was there,
The entire fairy troop;
Faintly I heard their laughter –
They were a merry group.
King Oberon came and joined them
And the dance became a ball;
Everything was formal,
And decorum ruled them all.
He saw that I was watching,
With a wave, he drew a pall
Over the entire garden,
And the fairies’ lovely ball.
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