The Elf went on with his song, It grew more clear and strong, It lifted him into air, He floated singing away, With rainbows in his hair; While the Wizard-worm from his creep Made a sudden leap, Fell down into a hole, And, ere his magic word he could say, Was eaten up by a Mole. |
THE FAIRY KING.
"High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and gray
He's nigh lost his wits."
The Fairy King was old.