THE ENCHANTED PRINCESS
She wanders in the forest with wide and solemn eyes;
A little shade of wilderment across her forehead lies.
No timid woodland creature her footfall need affright,
The shadow of her floating hair is not more soft and light.
She hears the gentle cadence of bird and wind and stream,
They make a little song for her, like singing in a dream.
Across the distant valley the pleasant sunbeams fall;
The children in the cowslip field merrily laugh and call.
She does not hear their laughter, she does not feel the sun,
She cannot leave the shadowed wood until the spell is done.
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.