The Changeling.

I     There were Faries two or three,      And a high moon white as wool,     Or a bloom in Fary,     Where the star-thick blossoms be      Star-like beautiful.     II     There were Faries two or three,      And a wind as fragrant as     Spicy wafts from Arcady     Rocked the sleeping honey bee      In the clover grass.     III     There were Faries two or three,      Wee white caps and red wee shoon,     Buckles at each dainty knee,     "We are come to comfort thee,      With the silver moon."     IV     There were Faries two or three,      Buttercups brimmed up with dew,     Winning faces sweet to see,     Then mine eyes closed heavily:      "Faries, what would you?"     V     There were Faries two or three,      And my babe was dreaming deep,     White as whitest ivory,     In its crib of ebony      Rocked and crooned on sleep.     VI     There were Faries two or three      Standing in the mocking moon,     And mine eyes closed drowsily,     Drowsily and suddenly      There my babe was gone.     VII     Now no Faries two or three      Loitered in the moon alone;     Jesu, Marie, comfort me!     What is this instead I see -      Ugly skin and bone.     VIII     There were Faries two or three      Stood with buckles on red shoon,     But with evil sorcery     My sweet babe to Fary      They did steal right soon.