His rosy cheeks, and his velvet coat
With its buttons of milky pearls.
And the poor little prince, if he chanced to
stir
As he dreamed in his magic sleep,
Was pierced by a thorn of the bramble-rose—
And the darling began to weep.
Then a bright tear dropt on the bramble-rose,
And away from the prince it fell,
And he woke from his sleep—and loud and