Page:Poems, Volume 1, Coates, 1916.djvu/206

184 The flowers made in Fairyland

Have breath—oh, breath that 's sweet!

For once I held them in my hand—

Far off from this dull street!—

And looked down in their hearts and saw

The tracks of fairy feet.

I dream at night of that strange place,

And in my dream, quite near,

They dance about before my face,—

The fairies kind and dear;

And, oh, I want to go to them!

You see, they can't come here.