Barrie knew all this, because in spring and autumn, when Mrs. Muir paid her visits to fairylands forlorn beyond the oak door, Barrie lurked under cover of the convenient, thick, and well-placed shadow behind the grandfather clock on the landing.
"The Heather-Moon"
C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson
Then, children, I beg you, sing low to me, And cover my eyes with your hands; O kiss me again till I sleep and dream That I'm lost in your fairylands; For the grown-up folk Are a troublesome folk, And the book of their childhood is torn, Is blotted, and crumpled, and torn!
"A Prisoner in Fairyland"
Algernon Blackwood
I was asleep while you went through those countries; but these are the real fairylands.
"Mopsa the Fairy"
Jean Ingelow