"Why, then, has Wise Tishnar made One so lovely, Yet so sad? "Lone am I, And can but make A little song, For singing's sake." ALL BUT BLIND All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole. All but blind In the evening sky The hooded Bat Twirls softly by. All but blind In the burning day The Barn-Owl blunders On her way. And blind as are These three to me, So, blind to Some-one I must be. [Illustration] THE MOCKING FAIRY [Illustration] "Won't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?" Quoth the Fairy, nidding, nodding in the garden; "_Can't_ you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?" Quoth the Fairy, laughing softly in the garden; But the air was still, the cherry boughs were still, And the ivy-tod 'neath the empty sill, And never from her window looked out Mrs. Gill On the Fairy shrilly mocking in the garden. "What have they done with you, you poor Mrs. Gill?" Quoth the Fairy, brightly glancing in the garden; "Where have they hidden you, you poor old Mrs. Gill?" Quoth the Fairy dancing lightly in the garden; But night's faint veil now wrapped the hill, Stark 'neath the stars stood the dead-still Mill, And out of her cold cottage never answered Mrs. Gill The Fairy mimbling mambling in the garden. DOWN-ADOWN-DERRY Down-adown-derry, Sweet Annie Maroon, Gathering daisies In the meadows of Doone, Hears a shrill piping, Elflike and free, Where the waters go brawling In rills to the sea; Singing down-adown-derry. Down-adown-derry, Sweet Annie Maroon, Through the green grasses Peeps softly; and soon Spies under green willows A fairy whose song Like the smallest of bubbles Floats bobbing along; Singing down-adown-derry. [Illustration] Down-adown-derry, Her cheeks were like wine, Her eyes in her wee face Like water-sparks shine, Her niminy fingers Her sleek tresses preen, The which in the combing She peeps out between; Singing down-adown-derry. Down-adown-derry, Shrill, shrill was her tune:-- "Come to my water-house, Annie Maroon: Come in your dimity, Ribbon on head, To wear siller seaweed And coral instead"; Singing down-adown-derry. "Down-adown-derry, Lean fish of the sea, Bring lanthorns for feasting The gay Faërie; 'Tis sand for the dancing, A music all sweet In the water-green gloaming For thistledown feet"; Singing down-adown-derry.