"Oh then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you!" WOULDST thou know of me Where our dwellings be? 'Tis under this hill, Where the moonbeam chill Silvers the leaf and brightens the blade, -- 'Tis under this mound Of greenest ground, That our crystal palaces are made. Wouldst thou know of me What our food may be? 'Tis the sweetest breath Which the bright flower hath That blossoms in wilderness afar, -- And we sip it up, In a harebell cup, By the winking light of the tweering star. Wouldst thou know of me What our drink may be? 'Tis the freshest dew, And the clearest, too, That ever hung on leaf or flower; And merry we skink That wholesome drink, Thorough the quiet of the midnight hour. Wouldst thou know of me, What our pastimes be? 'Tis the hunt and halloo, The dim greenwood through; O, bravely we prance it with hound and horn, O'er moor and fell, And hollow dell, Till the notes of our Woodcraft wake the morn. Wouldst thou know of me What our garments be? 'Tis the viewless thread, Which the gossamers spread As they float in the cool of summer eve bright, And the down of the rose, Form doublet and hose For our Squires of Dames on each festal night. Wouldst thou know of me When our revelries be? 'Tis in the still night, When the moonshine white Glitters in glory o'er land and sea, That, with nimble foot, To tabor and flute, We whirl with our loves round yon glad old tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK REGIMENT by GEORGE HENRY BOKER OLNEY HYMNS: 9. THE CONTRITE HEART by WILLIAM COWPER CINQUAIN: AMAZE by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY GOOD-BYE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ILLUSIONS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON TO THE UNIMPLORED BELOVED by EDWARD SHANKS THE MAY QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON |