this is the queer little fairy dream

that came to dorothy brown:

“i was lost,” she said, “in the deep blue sea,

a thousand fathoms down;

there were branching corals and waving trees,

and water-maids, good and fair,

who fed the fishes from pearly dishes,

and gave to the least a share.

there were schools of fishes, but never a book;

there was sunlight without a sun;

there were ways to roam, but not any home,

and mothers—there were none!”