the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and the all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy. So there ought to be one fairy for every boy or girl. Sir James Matthew Barrie |  |
take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame. W.B. Yeats |  |
The stars to glisten on you, A moon of light In the noon of night Till the firedrake hath o'er gone you. Ben Jonson |  |
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