“ŚÍŮÚ ÓūŤ„ŤŪŗŽŗ Ūŗ ŗŪ„ŽŤťŮÍÓž ˇÁŻÍŚ
Beside the old hall-fireóupon my nurse's knee, Of happy fairy daysówhat tales were told to me! I thought the world was onceóall peopled with princesses, And my heart would beat to hearótheir loves and their distresses: And many a quiet night,óin slumber sweet and deep, The pretty fairy peopleówould visit me in sleep. I saw them in my dreamsócome flying east and west, With wondrous fairy giftsóthe newborn babe they bless'd; One has brought a jewelóand one a crown of gold, And one has brought a curseóbut she is wrinkled and old. The gentle queen turns paleóto hear those words of sin, But the king he only laughsóand bids the dance begin. The babe has grown to beóthe fairest of the land, And rides the forest greenóa hawk upon her hand, An ambling palfrey whiteóa golden robe and crown: I've seen her in my dreamsóriding up and down: And heard the ogre laughóas she fell into his snare, At the little tender creatureówho wept and tore her hair! But ever when it seemedóher need was at the sorest, A prince in shining mailócomes prancing through the forest, A waving ostrich-plumeóa buckler burnished bright; I've seen him in my dreamsógood sooth! a gallant knight. His lips are coral redóbeneath a dark moustache; See how he waves his handóand how his blue eyes flash! 'Come forth, thou Paynim knight!'óhe shouts in accents clear. The giant and the maidóboth tremble his voice to hear. Saint Mary guard him well!óhe draws his falchion keen, The giant and the knightóare fighting on the green. I see them in my dreamsóhis blade gives stroke on stroke, The giant pants and reelsóand tumbles like an oak! With what a blushing graceóhe falls upon his knee And takes the lady's handóand whispers, 'You are free!' Ah! happy childish talesóof knight and faerie! I waken from my dreamsóbut there's ne'er a knight for me; I waken from my dreamsóand wish that I could be A child by the old hall-fireóupon my nurse's knee!
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