THE FAIRY LOVER

You walk in your orchard, you sit in your bower

Mid plentiful treasure of fruit and of flower;

But you shall have pleasaunces brighter than these,

With magical blossoms and magical trees.

Your train is of damask, rich fold upon fold,

Your gown is of crimson, your shoes are of gold;

But a mantle of rainbows shall wrap you about,

Besprinkled with star-dust within and without.

Your ladies-in-waiting are gracious and fair

And a little page stands by the side of your chair;

But an army of goblins shall do your behest

And fly at your bidding to East and to West.

18You shall sit on a cushion of velvety moss,

Embroidered with sunbeams across and across,

And a grasshopper chorus shall make you good cheer

Or charm you with delicate lullabies, dear.

I will tap at your window some moon-silvered night,

And when you lean down through the jessamine white

My fairy-swift wings I shall softly unfurl

And bear you away to my palace of pearl.

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