HIS FAIRY GODMOTHER.[MADAM CINDERELLA SPEAKS.]
Who felt the quaint light subtly shining in?—
Who heard that other wind within the wind?
Who saw the Little Lady, wild and thin,
Pale with the spirits and the spells behind?
Who heard that other wind within the wind?
Who saw the Little Lady, wild and thin,
Pale with the spirits and the spells behind?
I see her now; I take this withered wand,
A weird Egyptian lily, when I choose,
And wave her to and fro, and back beyond
That lonesome moonshine and those charméd dews.
A weird Egyptian lily, when I choose,
And wave her to and fro, and back beyond
That lonesome moonshine and those charméd dews.
I see her now—if I but shut my eyes—
Dressed in the frosty green of leaves halfdead:
Ah, still witch-smile; ah, old and wise replies
To all the precious words—you never said!
Dressed in the frosty green of leaves halfdead:
Ah, still witch-smile; ah, old and wise replies
To all the precious words—you never said!
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