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240 So I peeled a willow, so white, so white, The wand that the fairies love ; And I gathered the meadow-sweet, soft and light, And the fox's crimson glove ; And I made a couch for the first stray sprite, With the down of a silver dove. Fairy, come home ! Fairy, come home ! Where hast thou wandered to ? Where dost thou roam ? Here is thy dwelling, Here is thy place ; Fairy king, fairy king, Show us thy face! Three times round the meadow The little song did go ; Then there came a peal of bells Chiming soft and low : "Coming, coming, coming; No one need to wait, Wearily beseeching, At the fairy gate.