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.