How Near to Fairyland

The spring warmth steals into me, drying up all the tears of my soul,
And gives me a flight into the vastness,—into a floorless, unroofed reverie-hall.

Lo, such greenness, such velvety greenness, such a heaven without heaven above!
Lo, again, such grayness, such velvety grayness, such an earth without earth below!
My soul sails through the waveless mirror-seas.

Oh, how near to Fairyland!
Blow, blow, gust of wind!
Sweep away my soul-boat against that very shore!


This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on May 16, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“How Near to Fairyland” appeared in Selected Poems of Yone Noguchi (The Four Seas Company, 1921).