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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

Poems of Fancy: II. Fairies: Elves: Sprites

“Oh! where do fairies hide their heads?”

Thomas Haynes Bayley (1797–1839)

OH! where do fairies hide their heads,

When snow lies on the hills,

When frost has spoiled their mossy beds,

And crystallized their rills?

Beneath the moon they cannot trip

In circles o’er the plain;

And draughts of dew they cannot sip,

Till green leaves come again.

Perhaps, in small, blue diving-bells

They plunge beneath the waves,

Inhabiting the wreathèd shells

That lie in coral caves.

Perhaps, in red Vesuvius

Carousals they maintain;

And cheer their little spirits thus,

Till green leaves come again.

When they return, there will be mirth

And music in the air,

And fairy wings upon the earth,

And mischief everywhere.

The maids, to keep the elves aloof,

Will bar the doors in vain;

No key-hole will be fairy-proof,

When green leaves come again.