“A lady, with whom I was riding in the forest, said to me, that the woods always seemed to her to wait, as if the genii who inhabit them suspended their deeds until the wayfarer has passed onward: a thought which poetry has celebrated in the dance of the fairies, which breaks off on the approach of human feet.”
“Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.”
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.”
“[E]very time a child says, “I don’t believe in fairies,” there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.”
“Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels. But their magic sparkles in nature.”
