I saw her as t'was yesterday, The bloom upon her cheek still glowing; And round her play'd a golden ray, And on her brows were gay flowers blowing. With angel-hand she swept a lyre, A garland red with roses bound it; Its strings were wreath'd with lambent fire And amaranth was woven round it.  - Alfred Lord Tennyson The beauty and mystery of the fairy world has captivated me since childhood. I had everything from picture books to coloring books to handmade paper dolls. It was thrilling Continue Reading