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In the sunset's fading glow,
A glad-heart fairy flew quite low
She was on her way to play
Her good-night music to the day
She held her instrument so fine
Took a seat under a pine
And began to play her favorite tune:
"Farewell Dear Sun, and Welcome Moon"
Her harp was carved of birch-wood white;
Just the size for fingers slight
And every tender note it sung
With a spider's web was strung
The cricket joined the fairy's song,
The bullfrog tried to sing along,
The katydids began to shout
And drowned the lovely music out
The small musician did not mind;
She thought the others very kind
To cover up the tiny sound
Her unskilled hands plucked from the ground
But if you listen very keenly,
Sweetly, softly, so serenely
Floats the fairy's hidden song
Underneath the noisy throng
But what she thinks is cordial clamor
For her ill-timed finger stammers
Is only the expressed delight
Of every creature in the night
Yet perhaps they soon will go to sleep
And if a careful ear you keep,
In the gap of dark and dawn,
When a thread of sun is drawn
You can hear the special song
Oh, how that little thing is wrong!
Every note, so very true
Is perfection through and through.
A glad-heart fairy flew quite low
She was on her way to play
Her good-night music to the day
She held her instrument so fine
Took a seat under a pine
And began to play her favorite tune:
"Farewell Dear Sun, and Welcome Moon"
Her harp was carved of birch-wood white;
Just the size for fingers slight
And every tender note it sung
With a spider's web was strung
The cricket joined the fairy's song,
The bullfrog tried to sing along,
The katydids began to shout
And drowned the lovely music out
The small musician did not mind;
She thought the others very kind
To cover up the tiny sound
Her unskilled hands plucked from the ground
But if you listen very keenly,
Sweetly, softly, so serenely
Floats the fairy's hidden song
Underneath the noisy throng
But what she thinks is cordial clamor
For her ill-timed finger stammers
Is only the expressed delight
Of every creature in the night
Yet perhaps they soon will go to sleep
And if a careful ear you keep,
In the gap of dark and dawn,
When a thread of sun is drawn
You can hear the special song
Oh, how that little thing is wrong!
Every note, so very true
Is perfection through and through.
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This is amazing. You quite vividly captured the entire setting of the poem, including the sounds and surroundings. I pictured it just how it was written as I was reading, and when the rest of the animals started to chime in, I heard them singing as well. Wonderful work, I really enjoyed reading. 