The Poetry Corner

A Fairy Cavalier.

By Madison Julius Cawein

By a mushroom in the moon, White as bud from budded berry, Silver buckles on my shoon, - Ho! the moon shines merry. Here I sit and drink my grog, - Stocks and tunic ouphen yellow, Skinned from belly of a frog, - Quite a fine, fierce fellow. My good cloak a bat's wing gave, And a beetle's wings my bonnet, And a moth's head grew the brave, Gallant feather on it. Faith! I have rich jewels rare, Rings and carcanets all studded Thick with spiders' eyes, that glare Like great rubies blooded. And I swear, sirs, by my blade, "Sirrah, a good stabbing hanger!" - From a hornet's stinger made, - When I am in anger. Fill the lichen pottles up! Honey pressed from hearts of roses; Cheek by jowl, up with each cup Till we hide our noses. Good, sirs! - marry! - 'tis the cock! Hey, away! the moon's lost fire! Ho! the cock our dial and clock - Hide we 'neath this brier.