Treasure Island

Thomas Hood

(1789-1845 / London / England)

The Dream Fairy


A little fairy comes at night,
Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown’
with silver spots upon her wings,
And from the moon she flutters down.

She has a little silver wand,
And when a good child goes to bed
She waves her wand from right to left
And makes a circle round her head,

And then it dreams of pleasant things,
Of fountains filled with fairy fish,
And trees that bear delicious fruit,
And bow their branches at a wish;

Of arbours filled with dainty scents
From lovely flowers that never fade,
Bright ‘flies that flitter in the sun,
And glow-worms shining in the shade;

And talking birds with gifted tongues
For singing songs and telling tales,
And pretty dwarfs to show the way
Through the fairy hills and fairy dales.

Submitted: Monday, April 05, 2010

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  • Christopher Lee (8/15/2013 6:32:00 PM)

    With reference to 'The Dream Fairy' by Thomas Hood. The final verse I spoke of in my earlier comment could also have gone:

    But when a bad child goes to bed
    She waves her wand from left to right
    And makes a circle round its head,
    And then it dreams all through the night
    Of ugly horrid things instead!

    Can't quite remember which version is the correct one but it is definitely one or the other. (Report) Reply

  • Christopher Lee (8/15/2013 5:59:00 PM)

    With regard to the poem 'The Dream Fairy' by Thomas Hood.
    I well remember learning this enchanting poem as a child when stumbling across it in a book of poetry. I can remember learning a further final verse which doesn't appear to be included here. If my memory is correct it went something like this:

    But when a bad child goes to bed
    She waves her wand from left to right
    And makes a circle round her wings,
    And then it dreams all through the night
    Of only ugly horrid things!

    Hope you have found this helpful and will consider restoring this lost final verse to this wonderful poem. (Report) Reply

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