The Pixy People

It was just a very      Merry fairy dream! -     All the woods were airy      With the gloom and gleam;     Crickets in the clover      Clattered clear and strong,     And the bees droned over      Their old honey-song.     In the mossy passes,      Saucy grasshoppers     Leapt about the grasses      And the thistle-burs;     And the whispered chuckle      Of the katydid     Shook the honeysuckle      Blossoms where he hid.     Through the breezy mazes      Of the lazy June,     Drowsy with the hazes      Of the dreamy noon,     Little Pixy people      Winged above the walk,     Pouring from the steeple      Of a mullein-stalk.     One - a gallant fellow -      Evidently King, -     Wore a plume of yellow      In a jewelled ring     On a pansy bonnet,      Gold and white and blue,     With the dew still on it,      And the fragrance, too.     One - a dainty lady, -      Evidently Queen, -     Wore a gown of shady      Moonshine and green,     With a lace of gleaming      Starlight that sent     All the dewdrops dreaming      Everywhere she went.     One wore a waistcoat      Of roseleaves, out and in,     And one wore a faced-coat      Of tiger-lily-skin;     And one wore a neat coat      Of palest galingale;     And one a tiny street-coat,      And one a swallow-tail.     And Ho! sang the King of them,      And Hey! sang the Queen;     And round and round the ring of them      Went dancing o'er the green;     And Hey! sang the Queen of them,      And Ho! sang the King -     And all that I had seen of them         - Wasn't anything!     It was just a very      Merry fairy dream! -     All the woods were airy      With the gloom and gleam;     Crickets in the clover      Clattered clear and strong,     And the bees droned over      Their old honey-song!