THE GOBLIN TO THE FAIRY QUEEN
What do you lack, queen, queen,
That is precious and fine and rare?
A jewelled snood that shall lie between
The delicate waves of your hair?
I will ride through the sky on the evening wind
With a golden needle and thread,
And string up the tiniest stars I can find,
To glitter about your head.
What can I do, queen, queen,
To hasten the hours along
When you grow weary of woodland green,
Weary of woodland song?
A cage of gossamer gold I will tie
On to a skylark's wing,
And there you shall hang in the midst of the sky
And tremble to hear him sing.
Grant me a boon, queen, queen;
This is the boon that I ask—
Let me do service, mighty or mean,
Give me a task, a task.
Are there no jackanapes giants to slay?
Are there no dragons to fight?
Nothing shall daunt me by dark or by day;
Make me your goblin knight!