The Fairy Prince
III
THE LETTER
They lit the fire and fairies came
To dance in flying cloaks of flame.
They drew the curtains and the day
Entered the room divine and gay,
Still in her rainbow dawn disguise;
With robe of rose and amethyst,
And silver hood of morning mist
Drawn down to hide her golden eyes.
To dance in flying cloaks of flame.
They drew the curtains and the day
Entered the room divine and gay,
Still in her rainbow dawn disguise;
With robe of rose and amethyst,
And silver hood of morning mist
Drawn down to hide her golden eyes.
And there was one came in with her,
White-winged, a dainty messenger,
A little page from Love's own court,
And lovely news of you he brought,
White-winged, a dainty messenger,
A little page from Love's own court,
And lovely news of you he brought,
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