And prancing, gold-shod, milk-white steeds
With bridles set with jewel-eyes:
Tell how the Fairy rivers run,
And where the Fairy mountains rise,
And of the Fairy-folk, their ways
And customs—if it please you, sir;
Then, of the journey there, how long
For any speedy traveller.
Another map, an please you, sir!
And would you kindly not delay;