Rose Fyleman

(1877_1957 / Nottingham)

Rose Fyleman Poems

41. The Skylark 9/6/2016
42. At Dawn 9/6/2016
43. A Visitor 9/6/2016
44. What I Shall Be 9/6/2016
45. Mother 9/6/2016
46. The Cuckoo 9/6/2016
47. The Best Game the Fairies Play 9/8/2015
48. Fairies 11/12/2015
49. Wishes 7/28/2016
50. Mice 9/6/2016
51. I Stood Against The Window 3/2/2015
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.

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The Fairy Flute

MY brother has a little flute

Of gold and ivory,

He found it on a summer night

Within a hollow tree.

He plays it every morning

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