Fairy Tales From the German Forests (Esprios Classics)

The stories that the fairies told I learnt in English lanes of old Where honeysuckle wreathing high Twined with the wild rose towards the sky Or where pink-tinged anemones Grew thousand starred beneath the trees. I saw them too in London town But sly and cautious glancing down Where in the grass the crocus grow And ladies ride in Rotten Row St James's Park's a garden meet For tiny babes and fairy feet. But since I came to Germany The good folk oftener talk to me; I find them in their native home When through the forest depths I roam When through the trees blue mountains shine The heart of fairyland is mine.