Flower Fairies of the Autumn

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The Song of The Wayfaring Tree Fairy My shoots are tipped with buds as dusty-grey As ancient pilgrims toiling on their way. Like Thursday's child with far to go, I stand, All ready for the road to Fairyland; With hood, and bag, and shoes, my name to suit, And in my hand my gorgeous-tinted fruit.