Fairy Tale

Rating: 3.1
Now this is the story of Olaf
Who ages and ages ago
Lived right on the top of a mountain,
A mountain all covered with snow.

And he was quite pretty and tiny
With beautiful curling fair hair
And small hands like delicate flowers--
Cheeks kissed by the cold mountain air.

He lived in a hut made of pinewood
Just one little room and a door
A table, a chair, and a bedstead
And animal skins on the floor.

Now Olaf was partly fairy
And so never wanted to eat;
He thought dewdrops and raindrops were plenty
And snowflakes and all perfumes sweet.

In the daytime when sweeping and dusting
And cleaning were quite at an end,
He would sit very still on the doorstep
And dream--O, that he had a friend!

Somebody to come when he called them,
Somebody to catch by the hand,
Somebody to sleep with at night time,
Somebody who'd quite understand.

One night in the middle of Winter
He lay wide awake on his bed,
Outside there was fury of tempest
And calling of wolves to be fed--

Thin wolves, grey and silent as shadows;
And Olaf was frightened to death.
He had peeped through a crack in the doorpost,
He had seen the white smoke of their breath.

But suddenly over the storm wind
He heard a small voice pleadingly
Cry, "I am a snow fairy, Olaf,
Unfasten the window for me."

So he did, and there flew through the opening
The daintiest, prettiest sprite
Her face and her dress and her stockings,
Her hands and her curls were all white.

And she said, "O you poor little stranger
Before I am melted, you know,
I have brought you a valuable present,
A little brown fiddle and bow.

So now you can never be lonely,
With a fiddle, you see, for a friend,
But all through the Summer and Winter
Play beautiful songs without end."

And then,--O she melted like water,
But Olaf was happy at last;
The fiddle he tucked in his shoulder,
He held his small bow very fast.

So perhaps on the quietest of evenings
If you listen, you may hear him soon,
The child who is playing the fiddle
Away up in the cold, lonely moon.
Manonton Dalan 22 March 2018
i love the music... plus ver nice poem too
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Susan Williams 22 March 2018
I knew she wrote great short stories - of a different cast than this- -but I never knew she wrote poetry certainly like this. Tis a sweet story for children she wrote here. I think I will go see what else she penned.
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Edward Kofi Louis 22 March 2018
Silent as shadows! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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A wonderful fairy tale story weaved into a delicate poem. I loved this fascinating poem.
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Akhtar Jawad 22 March 2018
Truly Beautiful, Katherine Mansfield, basically a story writer, was a good poetess as well.
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Kumarmani Mahakul 22 March 2018
Brilliant poem with nice story.
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Savita Tyagi 22 March 2018
Beautiful! A fairy tale that one never wishes to end. To my poem list.
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Ayesha Cullen 22 March 2018
I am going to give this a 10! How beautifully written! ! I am enchanted.
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Sandra Feldman 22 March 2018
What an enchanting, adorable poem. Flowing facility, poetical forum.
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Adrian Flett 22 March 2018
Enchanting and giving the reader a flight of fancy
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