(This is the wild Iris.)

The Song of The Iris Fairy I am Iris: I'm the daughter Of the marshland and the water. Of the clear and peaceful stream; Water-lilies large and fair With their leaves are floating there; All the water-world I see, And my own face smiles at me!

The Song of The Jasmine Fairy In the heat of summer days With sunshine all ablaze, Here, here are cool green bowers, Starry with Jasmine flowers; Sweet-scented, like a dream Of Fairyland they seem. And when the long hot day At length has worn away, And twilight deepens, till The darkness comes - then, still, The glimmering Jasmine white Gives fragrance to the night.

The Song of The Kingcup Fairy Golden King of marsh and swamp, Reigning in your springtime pomp, Hear the little elves you've found Trespassing on royal ground:- "Please, your Kingship, we were told Of your shinning cups of gold; So we came here, just to see - Not to rob your Majesty!" Golden Kingcup, well I know You will smile and let them go! Yet let human folk beware How they thieve and trespass there: Kingcup-laden, they may lose In the swamp their boots and shoes!

The Song of The Lily-Of-The-Valley Fairy Gentle fairies, hush your singing: Can you hear my white bells ringing, Ringing as from far away? Who can tell me what they say? Little snowy bells out-springing From the stem and softly ringing - Tell they of a country where Everything is good and fair? Lovely, lovely things for L! Lilac, Lavender as well; And, more sweet than rhyming tells, Lily-of-the-Valley bells.

(Lily-of-the-Valley is sometimes called Ladders to Heaven.)