| INTRODUCTORY POEMTable of Contents |
| "The stories that the fairies told |
| I learnt in English lanes of old, |
| Where honeysuckle, wreathing high, |
| Twined with the wild rose towards the sky, |
| Or where pink-tinged anemones |
| Grew thousand starred beneath the trees. |
| I saw them, too, in London town, |
| But sly and cautious, glancing down, |
| Where in the grass the crocus grow |
| And ladies ride in Rotten Row, |
| St. James's Park's a garden meet |
| For tiny babes and fairy feet. |
| But since I came to Germany, |
| The good folk oftener talk to me; |
| I find them in their native home |
| When through the forest depths I roam, |
| When through the trees blue mountains shine, |
| The heart of fairyland is mine." |
