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There are fairies. I could swear I have seen them busy, where Roses loose their scented hair, In the moonlight weaving, weaving, Out of starlight and the dew, Glinting gown and shimmering shoe; Or, within a glow-worm lair, From the dark earth slowly heaving Mushrooms whiter than the moon, On whose tops they sit and croon, With their grig-like mandolins, To fair fairy ladykins, Leaning from the window-sill Of a rose or daffodil, Listening to their serenade All of cricket music made. Follow me, oh, follow me! Ho! away to Faerie! Where your eyes like mine may see There are fairies.--Verily, There are fairies.