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.