Very Nearly
I never quite saw fairy folk
A-dancing in the glade,
Where, just beyond the hollow oak,
Their broad green rings are laid;
But, while behind that oak I hid,
One day I very nearly did!
I never quite saw mermaids rise
Above the twilight sea.
When sands, left wet, ‘neath sunset skies,
Are blushing rosily:
But all alone, those rocks amid
One day I very nearly did!
I never quite saw Goblin Grim,
Who haunts our lumber room
And pops his head above the rim
Of that oak chest’s deep gloom:
But once when mother raised the lid
I very, very nearly did!
by Queenie Scott-Hopper
I never quite saw fairy folk
A-dancing in the glade,
Where, just beyond the hollow oak,
Their broad green rings are laid;
But, while behind that oak I hid,
One day I very nearly did!
I never quite saw mermaids rise
Above the twilight sea.
When sands, left wet, ‘neath sunset skies,
Are blushing rosily:
But all alone, those rocks amid
One day I very nearly did!
I never quite saw Goblin Grim,
Who haunts our lumber room
And pops his head above the rim
Of that oak chest’s deep gloom:
But once when mother raised the lid
I very, very nearly did!
by Queenie Scott-Hopper
