You walk in your orchard, you sit in your

bower

Mid plentiful treasure of fruit and of flower ;
But you shall have pleasaunces brighter than

these,
With magical blossoms and magical trees.

Your train is of damask, rich fold upon fold,

Your gown is of crimson, your shoes are of
gold;

But a mantle of rainbows shall wrap you
about,

Besprinkled with star-dust within and with-
out.

Your ladies-in-waiting are gracious and fair
And a little page stands by the side of your

chair ;

But an army of goblins shall do your behest
And fly at your bidding to East and to West.

You shall sit on a cushion of velvety moss,
Embroidered with sunbeams across and

across,
And a grasshopper chorus shall make you

good cheer
Or charm you with delicate lullabies, dear.

I will tap at your window some moon-silvered
night,

And when you lean down through the jessa-
mine white

My fairy-swift wings I shall softly unfurl

And bear you away to my palace of pearl.