In the noise and haste and bustle
Fairies on the lamplit pavements;
Gods in gorse and heath and heather;
Fauns behind the hedges playing;
Pan about in any weather.
Children hear them, see them, know them;
See the things the fairies show them,
Harlequin in magic poses;
Columbine among the roses;
Pantaloon in slippered ease is
Laughing at Clown's ancient wheezes
In the Summer, in the Spring,
In the sunshine, in the rain,
Summon them and hear them cry--
"Here we are again."
That's all, isn't it, Uncle?
UNCLE EDWARD. Yes, that's all.
ALICE. Good night.
[And so, the Harlequinade being over, we go home. A little later Alice
and Uncle Edward and the actors, all rather tired and ready for supper,
start home, too.