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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), August 1864, Edition 1 of 1, Page 411

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    • LITTLE FAIRY. 43.1

      LITTLE FAIRY. 43.1

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      I. Lovely Brookland! Peaceful Village,

      Years to her of gentle dreaming , Happyand yet lonelydays ;

      , , For she shunned the village children , And they shrunk from her weird ways .

      " Amy ' s now a woman , Michael , " One day said a neighbour ' s wife ,

      " And it ' s time you tried to break her Of her idle wand ' ring life ;

      She should work like my own daughters ,. You will leave the world some day . "

      Michael said , " he ' d see , " somehow Amy went on her old way .

      \ She was still called " Little Fairy , " And was just as strange and wild _.

      Living ' midst the birds and flowers , In the woods as when a child .

      Many loved her—many wooed her , But she would not be the wife

      Of a rustic , loving better Her own wild free gipsy life .

      - There was one , her father loved him r Harry Leighthe miller ' s son ,

      , Who had long loved pretty Amy , And had set his heart upon

      Winning that sweet little fairy , And b right hopes were in his mind ;

      For he thought to Mm the maiden , Was . more than to others kind .

      Amy stood one summer ev ' ning , Musing by the cottage door

      , Watching her old father working , List ' ning to the anvil ' s roar ;

      Harry came , and stood beside her , Whispered softly in her ear ,

      " I have something to say , Amy—Will you let me say it , dear ?

      " Amy ! Amy ! darling Amy ! . I have loved youO so long ;

      Ever since I can remember , , Since when first I heard your song ,

      In those dear old winter ev ' nings , When your father , you , and I

      Sat When together to me by you the firelig were so ht , shy .

      Little Fairy. 43.1

      LITTLE FAIRY . 43 . 1

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    • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Aug. 1, 1864, page 411, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01081864/page/51/