Fairy Poetry by Rose Fyleman and Quotes on Fairies (January 2016)

Susan's Thursday morning note January 21, 2016
“A Persian Tale” on creation of the first Persian Cat by  Rose Fyleman (1877-1957)  
Fairy Poetry by Rose Fyleman and Quotes on Fairies

Good morning!  I hold strong coffee and look through the curtains.  Did I somehow enter a drawing today?  A beautiful landscape portrait portraying complete stillness and white beauty on the ground?  Where am I?  Am  I above the roof of homes where the fairies play?  Where are my little squirrel friends?  Where are my song birds?  Where is my angel of dawn?  I see a little note on my sill informing me she they were all invited to tea under the carpet of snow in the quiet home of the fairies I have read about and will write on for you today.  I read this week a fairytale of a magician creating a Persian kitten as a gift for one who saved is life.  When I further went to find out about the author I found that she wrote mainly fairy poetry in the early 1900s for children.  After her fairy tale for you on the kitten I will write for you some of her fairy poetry.  Following this I will share with you just a few of my favorite quotes on fairies, including one by my favorite character, Anne of Green Gables, when she first realized they were not real.

A Persian Tale by Rose Fyleman (tale on the creation of the first Persian kitten):

Once Rustem, who was a brave fighter, saved a magician from some robbers who had fallen upon him suddenly in a lonely place.  Rustem invited the old man to spend the night in his tent, and after supper they sat outside in the cool air and watched a big fire which Rustem’s servants had lighted. It was a clear, starlight night, but there was  a quick little breeze fluttering about.

It caught the smoke of the fire so that it danced and whirled about in a thousand queer shapes.  The stars seemed to dance with the smoke, they glittered and gleamed between the eddies, and here and there a little tongue of darting flame joined in the dance, too.  Presently the magician spoke.

“I should like to make thee a gift, Rustem,” he said, “in return for what thou hast done for me.  What beautiful thing doest thou desire?”  “I desire nothing,” said Rustem.  “What could be more beautiful than that smoke and the fire and the stars?”

“I will make a gift for thee out of the smoke and the flame and the stars,” said the magician.  

And he took a handful of smoke and a flame of fire and two bright stars, and kneaded them together for a minute.  “There,” he said, “there is thy gift.”  Rustem was delighted, for the magician had made a little live creature, soft and grey like the smoke, with bright, star-like eyes and with a little red tongue like a tiny flame of fire.  It danced and capered about, and was a joy to look upon.  Take it home,” said the magician.  “It will be a plaything for thy children and an ornament to thy house”  And Rustem did so.  “And that,” said Jim, “is how the first Persian kitten came into the world....”

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. 

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 and every afternoon,
And all the little singing-birds listen to the tune.

He plays it in the meadows, and everywhere he walks
The flowers start a-nodding and dancing on their stalks.

He plays it in the village, and all along the street
The people stop to listen, the music is so sweet.

And none but he can play it and none can understand,
Because it is a fairy flute and comes from Fairyland.

Fairy Song

Dance, little friend, little friend breeze, Low among the hedgerows, high among the trees ; Fairy partners wait for you, oh, do not miss your chance, Dance, little friend, dance! Sing, little friend, little friend stream, Softly through the mossy nooks where fairies lie and dream ; Sweetly by the rushes where fairies sway and swing, Sing, little friend, sing! Shine, little friend, little friend moon, The fairies will have gathered in the forest very soon ; Send your gleaming silver darts where thick the branches twine, Shine, little friend, shine!

Fairy Lore

Fairies learn to dance before they learn to walk ;
Fairies learn to sing before they learn to talk;
Fairies learn their counting from the cuckoo’s call ;
They do not learn Geography at all.

Fairies go a-riding with witches on their brooms
And steal away the rainbows to brighten up their rooms ;
Fairies like a sky-dance better than a feast ;
They have a birthday once a week at least.

Fairies think the rain as pretty as the sun ;
Fairies think that trespass-boards are only made for fun ;
Fairies think that peppermint’s the nicest thing they know ;
I always take a packet when I go.

White Magic

Blind folk see the fairies, Oh, better far than we, Who miss the shining of their wings Because our eyes are filled with things We do not wish to see. They need not seek enchantment From solemn, printed books, For all about them as they go The fairies flutter to and fro With smiling, friendly looks. Deaf folk hear the fairies However soft their song; ‘Tis we who lose the honey sound Amid the clamour all around That beats the whole day long.

But they with gentle faces Sit quietly apart; What room have they for sorrowing While fairy minstrels sit and sing  Close to their listening heart?

When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy. So there ought to be one fairy for every boy or girl.”   James M. Barrie (Peter Pan).

“I was very much provoked. Of course, I knew there are no fairies; but that needn’t prevent my thinking there is.”  L.M. Montgomery (Anne of Avonlea)

“I think, at a child’s birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift would be curiosity.” Eleanor Roosevelt
“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.” Albert Einstein

“If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life.”   Rachel Carson  

“Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels.   But their magic sparkles in nature.” Lynn Holland

A rustle in the wind reminds us a fairy is near.”   Author unknown

“If we opened our minds to enjoyment, we might find tranquil pleasures spread about us on every side. We might live with the angels that visit us on every sunbeam, and sit with the fairies who wait on every flower.” Samuel Smiles


Latin for this week:
faerie – fairy, enchantment
fabulis – fairy tale