"At midnight the appointed hour,
And for the Queen a fitting bower,"
Quoth he, "is that fair cowslip flower
On Hipcut hill that bloweth;
In all your train there's not a fay
That ever went to gather may
But she hath made it, in her way;
The tallest there that groweth."
When by Tom Thumb, a Fairy Page,
He sent it, and doth him engage