A Fairy Cavalier

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Title:     A Fairy Cavalier
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by 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.

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Fairy Cavalier

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