Is our inconstant shape,
Who now like Knight and Lady seem,
And now like Dwarf and Ape.
“I FEAR NOT SIGN,” QUOTH THE GRISLY ELF,
“THAT IS MADE WITH BLOODY HANDS”
“It was between the night and day,
When the Fairy King has power,
That I sunk down in a sinful fray,
And ’twixt life and death, was snatched away
To the joyless Elfin Bower.