200 BLOOMS OF THE BERRY
Long tresses floated from a tire
Of diamond sparks, which cast a light,
And o'er her white sark shook, in fire
Rippling the night.
I would have thrown me 'neath her feet,
And told her all my dole and pain,
There while her rein was jingling sweet
O'er all the plain.
Alas! a black and thwarting cock
Crew from the thatch with long-necked cry-
The Elfin queen and her wee flock
In the night did die.