The wall is silence, the grass is sleep, Tall trees of peace their vigil keep, And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled. Plays soft on her flute to the drowsy world. Ida Rentoul Outhwaite More Quotes by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite More Quotes From Ida Rentoul Outhwaite There is something magical in seeing what you can do, what texture and tone and colour you can produce merely with a pen point and a bottle of ink. Ida Rentoul Outhwaite magic ink bottles Then clear on a flute of purest gold A sweet little fairy played. And wonderful fairy tales she told and marvelous music made. Ida Rentoul Outhwaite gold littles sweet I just had to plod along without having any teaching, which was a pity. Ida Rentoul Outhwaite pity teaching I should have been a much better artist if I could have studied more and amused myself less. Ida Rentoul Outhwaite if-i-could artist should-have I used to find great difficulty in drawing feet. Ida Rentoul Outhwaite drawing used feet
