Peace and War.
Reading edition
Fairy, when she was not dreaming, Fairy, when she was not scheming Wondrous tales of gnome and elf, Oft drew pictures for herself, Fanciful as they could be: Two are here for you to see. This is Peace: a little maiden Who has gleaned all through the day, Going home with arms well laden, When the sunlight fades away.
This is War: a baby brother Threatened by a wasp that stings, Getting ready soon to smother That fierce yellow thing with wings.