Sinopsis

A Fairy Tale Once in days of yore a little Princess, who had summers seen Scarcely seven, and was christened by the holy name Christine, Found herself, at eve, disporting in a fairy ring of green. She had left the kingly castle; left her sire's and mother's side, Left the banquet, where her brother feasted with his royal bride; And had rambled to the forest valley, 'neath the summer moon, Where she crossed the charméd circle, aught thereof unknowing. Soon, Overwearied there she rested, wishing what might come to , When by chance her hand alighted on a tuft of clover--grass. This she grasped, a tiny handful:--ah! Saint Mary! what she saw!-- Mounted on their milk--white palfreys, issuing from the shady shawe, Came the Fairies, caracolling gaily as they ed along; Then, dismounting, closed around her in a bright and joyous throng; Ladylings and lordlings dancing, piping, harping, full of song. Clad in robes of silken silver, golden gossamer a few, Decked with jewels bright as starlets, bright as berries, bright as dew; Some in kirtle, scarf, and doublet, all of verdant forest hue. Lovers there she saw, arm--twining, in the wild wood's shadowy slade; Th...