And what thine errand here?”
“’Tis merry, ’tis merry, in Fairyland,
When Fairy Birds are singing,
When the Court doth ride by their Monarch’s side,
With bit and bridle ringing:
“And gaily shines the Fairyland—
But all is glistening show,
Like the idle gleam that December’s beam
Can dart on ice and snow.
“And fading, like that varied gleam,