III
“When you saw the New Moon pass”
(Loud laughed the Scavenger),
“Did you look at her through glass,
Proud Madam Lavender?”
“Stab my heart through with your horn!”
Laughed Lady Lavender
To the New Moon all forlorn.
Light Lady Lavender.
She fell sad, and he fell sick,
Proud Lady Lavender.
O the snow fell fast and thick,
Poor Lady Lavender!
“Take the broom and sweep the street,
Proud Lady Lavender;”
O but she had dainty feet,
Soft Lady Lavender.
“Sweep you must and sweep you shall,
Soft Lady Lavender,
Up the Mall and down the Mall,
Proud Lady Lavender.
“Have you done your sweeping yet,
Proud Madam Scavenger?
Are your slippers cold and wet?”
Poor Lady Lavender!
“Wet is wet, and cold is cold,”
Wept Lady Lavender,
But the broom had turned to gold—
Loud laughed the Scavenger.