Lonely I started out in life; no father, no mother;
Other children but no sisters, no brother,
And they unafraid of the wilderness
They were not each others, but still all the same
And unlike me,
The nobody, the homebody, that sat out of every game
And cowered in the shelter of the safe, unmoving tree.
So one day they left me behind;
Inevitable, I thought,
As I never did find
The courage to learn what they taught,
For off they flew, but I with no wings
Kept my feet on the ground,
And stayed in one place and hid my face from all things,
Afraid of the wide world; afraid of being found.
Still, far away, I heard their every sound,
And listened, and I knew;
I realised where it was they flew,
And whom I heard them calling to.
They had sensed one of their own,
And left me, their disgrace, with the haunted pale face, alone.
So there I sat, and wondered what
Was that unhappy fairys lot;
Had she a home more comforting than mine of moss and stone?