Poems (Katz)/In a garden fair

by Elizabeth Katz

TO ELIZABETH ROTH IN A GARDEN FAIR

In a Garden Fair,
 By a brooklet there,
Stood a little Miss,
 Her lips pursed for a kiss,
From the Fairy Maiden
 With joy laden
Under the water there.
 Come with me, she pleaded,

But the Fairy never heeded.
 When on the face so fair and "roun"
There appeared a tiny frown,
 When suddenly bursting into glee,
She exclaimed, "The fairy is me!"