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Toyland

    By Madison Julius Cawein



I.

    There's a story no one knows,
    But myself, about a rose
    And a fairy and a star
    Where the Toyland people are.
    Once when I had gone to bed,
    Mother said it was a dream,
    From a rose above my head,
    Growing by the window-beam,
    Out there popped a fairy's head.

II.

    And he nodded at me: smiled:
    Said, "You're fond of stories, eh?
    Well, I know a star each child
    Ought to know. It's far away
    Foryour kind, but not for me.
    I will take you to that star,
    Where you'll hear new stories; see?
    Close your eyes. It is n't far
    That is, 't is n't far for me."

III.

    And he'd hardly spoken when
    From the rose there came a moth;
    And before you'd counted ten
    We were on it, and were both
    Flying to that star that made
    Silver sparkles in the air.
    And, though I was not afraid,
    I was glad when we were there,
    And the moth was stabled white
    In a lily-bud, and we
    Went to find the fay or sprite
    Who, he said, would welcome me.

IV.

    And we found her.'T was n't long
    Till we heard a twittering song,
    And a toy-bird with white eyes
    Flew before us from the skies,
    Like those in my Noah's Ark,
    And we followed it; and came
    To the strangest land: our park
    Is just like it, just the same.
    Toy-trees, squirrels, birds and brooks,
    And a castle on the hill,
    Just like those in story-books;
    And upon its windowsill
    Leaned a lovely Princess. She
    Smiled at me, and that was all,
    As a doll smiles; and to me
    She was like a great big doll.

V.

    Then, before I knew it, I
    Was inside her palace, there
    In the room; and everywhere
    Dolls and story-books and, my!
    All the dolls began to sing
    Rhymes, or read; and others told
    Stories just like everything:
    Better stories than the old
    Ones my father reads me in
    Mother Goose and books like Grimm,
    That he hates so to begin:
    Tales for which I bother him,
    Since, he says, both tales and rhymes
    He has read a thousand times.

VI.

    Blue Beard and the Yellow Dwarf,
    And the lovely Rapunzel,
    She whose hair was once a scarf
    For a prince to climb by; Nell,
    Little Nell, or else her twin,
    Who, somehow, had happened in,
    And the Sleeping Beauty, who
    Seemed asleep and sat there dumb;
    Hansel and sweet Grethel too,
    Snow-Drop and Hop-o'-my-Thumb;
    Rumpelstiltzkin, Riding Hood,
    And the Babes-lost-in-the-Wood,
    Met around a little table,
    Where I sat beside a Queen,
    Queen of Hearts, and, dressed in green,
    Robin Hood, a-eating tarts,
    While old Ęsop told a fable,
    Sitting by the King of Hearts.

VII.

    And the waiters were Bo Peep,
    Knave of Hearts and Marjory Daw;
    Boy Blue, slow as if asleep,
    And the Woman who slept on Straw.
    And the little dishes all,
    Though they seemed so, were not small;
    Painted blue and green and gold
    With the stories I'd heard told,
    Pictures forming of themselves,
    Of the Elf Queen and the Elves.
    Never, never have I seen
    Service like it. Then the talk!
    All about the Fairy Queen
    And the Land of Tarts and Pies,
    Where those three fat brothers go,
    Greedygut, with tiny eyes
    Like a pig's; and Sleepyhead,
    With his candle, going to bed;
    And old creepy-footed Slow.
    Of these three they made great talk,
    And that Land where Scarecrows stalk,
    And the Jack-o'-Lanterns grow,
    Row on glaring goblin row.

VIII.

    Suddenly, among them there,
    At my back, above my chair,
    Cried a Cuckoo Clock, and why!
    There I was back home; and I
    Was n't nowhere but in bed
    And my mother standing by
    Smiling at me. I could cry
    When I think the things they said
    That I can'tremember now
    Though I try and try and try.
    But I knowthis anyhow:
    I was in that star, I know,
    And in Toyland. Does n't seem
    Anything but true, although
    Mother says it was a dream.



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