| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Faeries’ Fool | | By Anna Fitch |
| | | THUS spake my faerie sponsors long ago, | |
| Weaving wild spells that I might do their will: | |
| (Laughing they spoke—and yet my mother wept, | |
| Cuddling me closer still!) | |
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| “We name thee Fey-heart, little newborn soul— | 5 |
| Go thou and serve the world’s most foolish things: | |
| Whistle through thumbs to moldy garden-seeds, | |
| And brush the wood-gnat’s wings. | |
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| We give thee cobwebs and a reel of dreams | |
| To pay the tavern’s score for wine and bread. | 10 |
| Go thou, small soul, and spend thy elfin coin, | |
| And make thy storm-swept bed.” | | | | |
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