Rose Fyleman

Rose Fyleman Poems

I STOOD against the window

And looked between the bars,
And there were strings of fairies

A FAIRY went a-marketing

She bought a little fish;
She put it in a crystal bowl


I think mice

Are rather nice.

There tails are long,

WOULDN'T it be lovely if the rain came down
Till the water was quite high over all the town?
If the cabs and buses all were set afloat,
And we had to go to school in a little boat?

MY brother has a little flute

Of gold and ivory,

He found it on a summer night

THE witch, the witch that lives in the wood
Is not very pretty and not very good ;
Her face is brown and her eyes are black,

I DON'T like beetles, tho' I'm sure they're very good,
I don't like porridge, tho' my Nanna says I should;
I don't like the cistern in the attic where I play,

HAVE you watched the fairies when the rain is done
Spreading out their little wings to dry them in the

PEACOCKS sweep the fairies' rooms;

They use their folded tails for brooms;

But fairy dust is brighter far

DANCE, little friend, little friend breeze,
Low among the hedgerows, high among the trees ;
Fairy partners wait for you, oh, do not miss your

As I was walking in the rain
I met a fairy down a lane.
We walked along the road together,
I soon forgot about the weather.

FAIRIES learn to dance before they learn to

walk ;
Fairies learn to sing before they learn to

' I AM asked to the ball to-night, to-night ;
What shall I wear, for I must look right ? '
' Search in the fields for a lady-smock ;
Where could you find you a prettier frock ? '

You may be very ugly and freckledy and

And have a little stubby nose that's not a

You know the smoke from chimneys-
It often isn't smoke,

It's nothing but the fairies
Having such a joke.

THE air around was trembling-bright
And full of dancing specks of light,
While butterflies were dancing too
Between the shining green and blue.


I LIKE to wear my party frock

That Auntie bought in town,

My patent shoes with shiny toes,

ALTHOUGH it has a jolly name
Cat's cradle is a funny game
I like to play it all the same.

BLIND folk see the fairies,

Oh, better far than we,
Who miss the shining of their wings
Because our eyes are filled with things

THE tall princesses in the willow tree
They move their lazy, lovely heads about,
They wave their arms, their hair goes stream-
ing out,

Rose Fyleman Biography

Rose Amy Fyleman (1877–1957) was an English writer and poet, noted for her works on the fairy folk, for children. Her poem There are fairies at the bottom of our garden was set to music by English composer Liza Lehmann. Her Christmas carol Lift your hidden faces, set to a French carol tune, was included in the Anglican hymnal Songs of Praise (1931) as well as in the Hutterian Brotherhood's Songs of Light (1977).

Rose Fyleman was born in Nottingham on 6 March 1877, the third child of John Feilmann and his wife, Emilie, née Loewenstein, who was of Russian extraction. Her father was in the lace trade, and his Jewish family originated in 1860 from Jever in the historical state of Oldenburg, currently Lower Saxony, Germany.

As a young girl, Fyleman was educated at a private school, and at the age of nine first saw one of her compositions published in a local paper. Although she entered University College, Nottingham, she failed in the intermediate and was thus unable to pursue her ambition of becoming a schoolteacher. Despite this, Fyleman had a good singing voice, and therefore decided to study music. She studied singing in Paris, Berlin and finally at the Royal College of Music in London, where she received her diploma as associate of the Royal College of Music. She returned to Nottingham shortly afterward, where she taught signing and helped in her sister's school. Along with other members of her family, she anglicized the spelling of her name at the outbreak of the First World War in 1914.

When she was forty, Fyleman sent her verses to Punch magazine and her first publication "There are Fairies at the Bottom of Our Garden" appeared in May 1917. The immense response from publishers prompted Fyleman to submit several other fairy poems. Her verses enjoyed tremendous success among readers and her first collection Fairies and Chimneys (1918) was reprinted more than twenty times over the next decade. During the 1920s and early 1930s Rose Fyleman published multiple verse collections, wrote drama for children, and for two years, edited the children's magazine Merry-Go-Round. Fyleman was also a skilled linguist who translated books from German, French and Italian.

Rose Fyleman was one of the most successful children's writers of her generation and she saw much of her earlier poetry become proverbial. She died at a nursing home in St. Albans, Hertfordshire on 1 August 1957.

The Best Poem Of Rose Fyleman

I Stood Against The Window

I STOOD against the window

And looked between the bars,
And there were strings of fairies

Hanging from the stars;
Everywhere and everywhere

In shining, swinging chains;
The air was full of shimmering,

Like sunlight when it rains.

They kept on swinging, swinging,

They flung themselves so high
They caught upon the pointed moon

And hung across the sky.
And when I woke next morning,

There still were crowds and crowds
In beautiful bright bunches

All sleeping on the clouds.

Rose Fyleman Comments

John Campbell 29 June 2018

I have waited virtually all my life to find at last the complete poem I learnt at school in Scotland.Aged now 82 years I bless you, bless you, bless you, POEMHUNTER.COM for ''THE APPLE TREE''

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Ankita Singh 17 February 2018

Nice poems

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shirley Dave 17 June 2018

Sheer Magic love them to bits! they remind me how to dream!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 18 July 2021

Congratulations being chosen as The Poet Of The Day

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SaraP 04 November 2019

Where is " The gnome with the scolding wife" ? I found this in one of my mother's school excercise books from 1931! It's a lesson for many of today's menfolk!

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suzan 21 August 2019

on witch witch, what pillows is the witch talking about?

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Dorothy 15 January 2019

When I was a new kindergarten teacher, on rainy days, my teacher mate would recite would Wouldn't It Be Lovely. She has passed away now, but I always think of her and the poem on rainy days.

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Kathy 11 August 2018

I would love to find the poem I learnt as at about the age of 8 I see it daily as I pass a tiny ship in sparkling glass within a delicate crystal cas riding the waves with style and grace? ? ? ? ? ? ?

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