Fyleman Collection

Rose Fyleman
Rose Amy Fyleman (1877-1957) - an English writer and poet, noted for works on fairy folk, for children"

Fairies learn to dance before they learn to walk (Fairy Lore). 1920s

If you meet a fairy, don t run away, she won t want to hurt you, she ll only want to play. 1920s

And there were strings of fairies hanging from the stars (I stood against the window). 1922

And all the little singing birds listen to the tune (The Fairy Flute). 1922

A fairy went a-marketing -- a fairy and a peacock, flying side by side. 1922

Spreading out their little wings to dry them in the sun (Have You Watched the Fairies). 1920s

Shes sitting on a dragonfly all shining green and gold (Vision). 1920s

And very softly hasten down and out beyond the sleeping town to find my fairy lake (The Island). 1922

When I went to Fairyland, visiting the Queen, I rode upon a peacock, blue and gold and green (The Visit). 1922

Fairy flannel is the skin of peaches (Useful Hints). 1922

And there they sat and sang all night, I heard them singing in my sleep (Visitors). 1922

We anchored by the moon (A Voyage). 1922

The fairies will have gathered in the forest very soon (Fairy Song). 1920s

Over the field the fairies went, singing and dancing and well content (The Hayfield). 1920s

Fairy on a branch
A fairy on a branch. 1920s

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Rose Fyleman, a renowned British poet and writer, enchanted readers with her whimsical tales of fairies and magical realms. If you meet a fairy in one of her enchanting poems, prepare to be transported to a world where imagination knows no bounds. And there were strings of fairies, delicately woven together like the threads of a dream, fluttering through meadows and forests alike. As they danced among the flowers, all the little singing birds would join in their melodious chorus. In Fyleman's poetic universe, fairies learn to dance on moonlit nights when the stars twinkle with delight. With each graceful step they take, their wings shimmer like iridescent rainbows against the night sky. A fairy went a-marketing once upon a time; spreading out their little wings as if they were colorful market stalls filled with wonders untold. Imagine spotting Rose Fyleman herself sitting on a dragonfly's back as it gracefully glides through the air. It's nothing but the fairies' mischievous playfulness that allows such extraordinary sights to unfold before our eyes. And very softly hasten down from above do these ethereal beings descend upon us mortals who dare venture into their realm. Picture this: A fairy dancing on a lily leaf amidst glistening water droplets reflecting sunlight like tiny diamonds. The delicate movements are so captivating that even nature itself pauses to witness this magical spectacle. When I went to Fairyland through Rose Fyleman's words, my heart skipped beats in anticipation of what lay ahead - an enchanting journey where dreams come alive and reality fades away. So let your imagination soar as you delve into Fyleman's mystical world.