Toll no bell for me, dear Father, dear Mother, Waste no sighs; There are my sisters, there is my little brother Who plays in the place called Paradise, Your children all, your children for ever; But I, so wild, Your disgrace, with the queer brown face, was never, Never, I know, but half your child! In the garden at play, all day, last summer, Far and away I heard The sweet “tweet-tweet” of a strange new-comer, The dearest, clearest call of a bird. It lived down there in the deep green hollow, My own old home, and the fairies say The word of a bird is a thing to follow, So I was away a night and a day. One evening, too, by the nursery fire, We snuggled close and sat round so still, When suddenly as the wind blew higher, Something scratched on the window-sill. A pinched brown face peered in--I shivered; No one listened or seemed to see; The arms of it waved and the wings of it quivered, Whoo--I knew it had come for me; Some are as bad as bad can be! All night long they danced in the rain, Round and round in a dripping chain, Threw their caps at the window-pane, Tried to make me scream and shout And fling the bedclothes all about: I meant to stay in bed that night, And if only you had left a light They would never have got me out. Sometimes I wouldn’t speak, you see, Or answer when you spoke to me, Because in the long, still dusks of Spring You can hear the whole world whispering; The shy green grasses making love, The feathers grow on the dear, grey dove, The tiny heart of the redstart beat, The patter of the squirrel’s feet, The pebbles pushing in the silver streams, The rushes talking in their dreams, The swish-swish of the bat’s black wings, The wild-wood bluebell’s sweet ting-tings, Humming and hammering at your ear, Everything there is to hear In the heart of hidden things, But not in the midst of the nursery riot, That’s why I wanted to be quiet Couldn’t do my sums, or sing, Or settle down to anything. And when, for that, I was sent upstairs I _did_ kneel down to say my prayers; But the King who sits on your high church steeple Has nothing to do with us fairy people!