This page contains some wonderful pieces of fairy poetry.

"Believe in the fairies 
Who make dreams come true 
Believe in the wonder 
The stars and the moon 
Believe in the magic 
From the fairies above, 
They dance on the flowers 
And sing songs of love 
And if you just beleive 
And always stay true 
The fairies will be there"

Fairy Song
by Thomas Haynes Bayly

Oh, where do fairies hide their heads
When snow lies on the hills
When frost has spoil'd their mossy beds
And crystalized their rills?
Beneath the moon they cannot trip
In circles o're the plain,
And drafts of dew they cannot sip
Till green leaves come again
Till green leaves come again.

Perhaps in small blue diving bells
They plunge beneath the waves,
Inhabiting the wreathed shells 
That liein coral caves
Perhaps in red Vesuvius Carousals they maintain
And cheer their little spirits up 
Till green leaves come again
Till green leaves come again.

When back they come there'll be glad mirth
And music in the air,
And fairy wings upon the earth,
And mischief everywhere 
The maids, to keep the elves aloof, 
will bar the doors in vain,
No keyhole will be fairy proof
When green leaves come again
Till green leaves come again.

The Fairies Dance
adopted from "Irish National Poetry"

The fairies dance by brake and bow'r,
For this to them is the gayest hour.
With steps so soft and with robes so white,
They trip it there in clear moonlight.

Their queen has youth and beauty rare,
The maids of earth are not half so fair.
Her glance so quick and her eyes so bright,
They shine with soft unearthly light.

She'll meet thee like a lady fair.
Go not, for danger awaits thee there!
She'll lead thee far over grove and glen,
And thou shall ne'er be seen again.

The Fairies
by Rose Fyleman

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
It's not so very, very far away;
You pass the gardner's shed and you just keep straight ahead--
I do so hope they've really come to stay.
There's a little wood, with moss in it and beetles,
And a little stream that quietly runs through;
You wouldn't think they'd dare to come merrymaking there--
Well, they do.

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
They often have a dance there on summer nights;
The butterflies and bees make a lovely breeze,
And the rabbits stand about to hold the lights.
Did you know that they could sit upon the moonbeams
And pick a little star to make a fan,
And dance away up there in the middle of the air?
Well, they can.

There are fairies at the bottom of our garden!
You cannot think how beautiful they are;
They all stand up and sing when the Fairy Queen and King
Come gently floating down upon their car.
The King is very proud and very handsom;
The Queen--now you can quess who that could be?
(She's a little girl all day, but at night she steals away)
Well, it's me!

I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child
by Robert Graves

Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their hearts desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they're seven years old.
Every fairy child may keep
Two ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild--
I'd love to be a Fairy's child.