Fairy chimes

You cannot count the blue-bells

That are upon the heath, —

The ferns are tall and stately,

The bells hang underneath;

But I can count the tassels

As big as flowers of clover

That hang on baby's curtain,

The curtain that hangs over.

And when I rock the cradle

The tassels swing and swing,

And they make fairy music,

And baby hears them ring:

Ding-dong in the morning,

And in the evening, too,

Rhyme, chime, in fairy-time,

Baby, dear, for you.