That methought such bliss as I did Rest he gave me and refection,— Bright forebodings for the morrow,- Faith in something good at last. Now, why should any almanack The name of this good creature lack? But, since no day hath been appointed, Send round your bottles, Hal-and set your night. "WHAT fairings will ye that I bring?" Then up and spake the eldest daughter, "Ye shall bring to me the diamonds great, And gold rings for my hand." Thereafter spake the second daughter, "For me bring silk that will stand alone Then lowly spake the least daughter, "There came a bird at sunrise And sang 'neath my bower-eaves, And sent the sweet dream that bade me The vein of his forehead reddened "But thou, like a thing of peasant blood, That is happy binding the sheaves!”— Then he saw her dead mother in her face, And said, "Thou shalt have thy Leaves." II. He bade farewell to the elder twain, And he has ridden three days and nights, And easy it was to buy gems and gold, THE SINGING LEAVES. Then deep in the greenwood rode he, "Oh, if ye have ever a singing leaf, But the trees all kept their counsel; Only the aspen pattered With a sound like growing rain, That fell ever fast and faster, Then faltered to silence again. "Oh, where shall I find a little foot-page, That would win both hose and shoon, And will bring to me these Singing Leaves, If they grow 'neath sun or moon?" Then lightly turned him Walter, the page, "Now pledge to me the truesome word "That you will give me the first, first thing You meet at your castle-gate; And the princess shall get the Singing Leaves, Or mine be the traitor's fate!" The king's head dropped on his bosom A moment, as it might be "Twill be my hound, he thought, and he said, "I pledge my word to thee." Then Walter took from next his heart A packet small and thin; "And give you this to the Princess AnneThe Singing Leaves are therein." III. As the king rode in, o'er the loud draw-bridge A maiden to meet him ran; And, "Welcome, father!" she laughed and cried Together, the Princess Anne. "Lo, here thy Singing Leaves," quoth he; It deepened down to her very heart, And lighted her tears as the sudden sun And the first leaf, when she opened it, And the songs I sing 'neath thy window Are all my heritage!" And the second leaf sang, "But in the land That is neither on earth or sea, My harp and I are lords of more Than thrice this kingdom's fee!" And the third leaf sang, "Be mine! be mine!" Then sweeter it sang and ever sweeter, At the first leaf she grew pale enough, |