Polyanthus and Grape Hyacinth Fairies
by Cicely Mary Barker

I love all that thou lovest,
Spring of Delight!
The fresh Earth in new leaves dressed,
And the starry night;
Autumn evening, and the morn
When the golden mists are born.
I love the snow, and all the forms
Of the radiant frost;
I love waves, and winds, and storms,
Everything almost
Which is Nature's and may be
Untainted by man's misery.
I love Love - though he has wings,
And like light can flee,
But above all other things,
Spirit, I love thee -
Though art love and life! Oh, come,
Make once more my heart thy home.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley