Omnia – Fairy Tale

[…]

Without, the frost, the blinding snow,
The storm-wind’s moody madness-
Within, the firelight’s ruddy glow,
And childhood’s nest of gladness.

The magic words shall hold thee fast:
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.

And, though the shadow of a sigh
May tremble through the story,
For ‘happy summer days’ gone by,
And vanish’d summer glory-

It shall not touch, with breath of bale,
The pleasance, of our fairy-tale.

Though time be fleet, and I and thou
Are half a life asunder,

Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale

 

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