We’re coming to the end of my month-long look at a pair of poetry anthologies for children: 1922’s The Girls Book of Verse  and the follow-up 1923 Boys Book of Verse.   I’ve had a little fun with the decision to make two volumes, asking you to guess which poems the editors chose for each gender. So, before we get to a poem from them and its corresponding musical piece, let me do a quick final summary of how they divvied poetry up by gender audience.

The boys book has four sections: Outdoor Poems, Poems of Peace and War, Story Poems, Songs of Life. The first three are self-explanatory, the fourth consists of poems meant to teach stalwart virtues and honorable life. I’d hoped to include at least one poem from this section to demonstrate that flavor — a leading candidate was William Henley’s “Invictus” — but I maxed out my capacity to produce increased posts this National Poetry Month and it didn’t make the cut.

The girls book has four sections too: Melody, The Pipes of Pan, Enchantment, and Stories. Melody is more-or-less a poetic catchall, with a slight preference for poems explicitly invoking song or music. The Pipes of Pan is the girls version of the boys Outdoor Poems. Stories obviously corresponds to the narrative Story Poems in the other volume. Enchantment? It’s fairy poetry.

So, here’s our divergence: boys get war and stern life-coaching. Girls get fairies.*  Most of these are fairy whimsey, only a few touch on anything truly mysterious or an outland** where humans have no dominion.

Today’s piece is made from one of the whimsical fairy poems, written by Rose Fyleman. Fyleman was making book on fairies in the run up to these American children’s verse anthologies. During WWI she submitted a fairy poem to England’s Punch  magazine and it was so well liked that a number of books of fairy poems for children authored by Fyleman followed. I know no further details, but two things stand out from this career story: Fyleman was 40, a somewhat late start for a writer, and she was the daughter of an immigrant from Germany, a nation that England was at war with as she was submitting her poetry of the “Oh, nothing — just fairies pretending not to be imaginary” kind. Given the war losses in Britain then, the market for light fantasy might have been a desirable diversion.

A frontpiece from the book-length collection that included today’s poem, Fairies and Chimneys. The illustration is for another poem in Fyleman’s book that starts “The child next door has a wreath on her hat./Her afternoon frock sticks out like that,/ All soft and frilly;/She doesn’t believe in fairies at all /(She told me over the garden wall)—/She thinks they’re silly.”

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“The Fairies Have Never a Penny to Spend”  isn’t “La Belle Dame Sans Merci”  or “Tam Lin,”  but it is  fun, and after the sober Arnold, a darkly satiric Browning, and a month of much work to bring these pieces to you, we can enjoy a little of that. The music is a rock’n’roll trio, so go to the graphical audio player below and bop to the fairy beat. What? The fairies have stolen your graphical audio player?  This highlighted link is a backup that will open a new tab with its own player.

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*Consider this gendered choice in the context of later years when Tolkien and all the extensions of his imagined worlds and demi-humans became a considerable sub-culture among boys and young men. While Fyleman was writing her fairy poetry, Tolkien was stuck in the battle of the Somme.

**There is another Walter De La Mare fairy poem that I planned to perform — and it might still sneak in some following day because it’s too good not to present. And this girls book section included Yeats’  “Faries Song,”  a similar case to “Pippa Passes”  from a couple of days ago. Both seem innocuous as stand-alone poems, but each was part of a play which provides dread context. You can read about Yeats’ play and hear my performance of the song from it here.