The Changeling.

I There were Fa'ries two or three, And a high moon white as wool, Or a bloom in Fa'ry, Where the star-thick blossoms be Star-like beautiful. II There were Fa'ries 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 Fa'ries 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 Fa'ries two or three, Buttercups brimmed up with dew, Winning faces sweet to see, Then mine eyes closed heavily: "Fa'ries, what would you?" V There were Fa'ries 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 Fa'ries two or three Standing in the mocking moon, And mine eyes closed drowsily, Drowsily and suddenly There my babe was gone. VII Now no Fa'ries 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 Fa'ries two or three Stood with buckles on red shoon, But with evil sorcery My sweet babe to Fa'ry They did steal right soon.