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