XXI.

Not in this world to see his face
Sounds long, until I read the place
Where there is said to be
Another book, inside, hiding life
Unopened, rare, upon the shelf:
A leprechaun, for me!

And now my pygmy suits me so
I would not choose a sprite to know
Than him, to keep me company.
Might some one else so busy be,
And leave me just my elfin friend,
Himself could have the winds!

—

Her final draft, and in her own writing.