Come up here, O dusty feet!
Here is fairy bread to eat
Here in my retiring room,
Children, you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
And the shade of pine
And when you have eaten well,
Fairy stories hear and tell.
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Come up here, O dusty feet... · Robert Louis Stevenson · Poetry Cove