The little Plumpuppets are fairies of beds;; They have nothing to do but watch sleepyheads;; They turn down the sheets and they tuck you in tight; And dance on your pillow to wish you good night!;
And as the seasons come and go, here's something you might like to know. There are fairies everywhere: under bushes, in the air, playing games just like you play, singing through their busy day. So listen, touch, and look around - in the air and on the ground. And if you watch all nature's things, you might just see a fairy's wing.
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you; She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes; In shape no bigger than an agate stone; On the forefinger of an alderman; Drawn with a team of little atomies; Over men's noses as they lie asleep;; Her wagon spokes made of long spinner's legs; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;; Her traces, of the smallest spider web;; Her collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams;; Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film;; Her wagoner, a small grey-coated gnat; Not half so big as a round little worm; Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid;; Her chariot is an empty hazelnut; Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub; Time out o' mind the fairies coachmakers;
__William Shakespeare; - Romeo and Juliet
Did you ever hear; Of the frolic fairies dear?; They're a blessed little race; Peeping up in fancy's face; In the valley, on the hill; By the fountain and the rill;; Laughing out between the leaves; That the loving summer weaves;
__Frances Sargent Osgood