Some don't believe in fairies,
But, as for me, I do.
For seeing is believing,
And haven't I seen—you?
A crown upon your forehead,
And stars within your hair,
With wings and things of gossamer
To match your dainty air.

And when my heavy eyelids
Shut out the day's routine,
I see the floating thistledown
That is my fairy queen—
The little feet, whose velvet
Falls soft as falls the dew,
The hands of grace that need no wand
To make a queen of you.

But can one send a fairy
And earthly valentine?
I cannot speak for others,
I'll try my fate with mine.
O sweetheart, such a lover
The world has never seen:
For I am three-and-seventy
While you are just fifteen.