Fairies In The Rushes Poem by Sophia White

A fairie in the rushes calls my name
And bids me come and follow him away.
Would that I could leave my work for play
And follow little fairies all the day.

A fairie in the rushes grows impatient
And gives me just until he counts to three
To decide what my choice will be.
Would that I could let him entice me.

A fairie in the rushes flits away.
I could not answer him or I should cry,
The little fairie creature knew not why.
Would that I could flee to Gramarye.