Were gathering all around.
And then she heard a little voice,
Shrill as the midge’s wing,
That spake aloud: “A human child
Is here, yet mark this thing!—
“The lady-fern is all unbroke,
The strawberry-flower unta’en!
What shall be done for her who still
From mischief can refrain?”
“Give her a Fairy cake!” said one;