And I serve the elven queen

"Over hill, over dale,

Through bush, through briar,

Over park, over pale,

Through flood, through fire,

I do wander everywhere,

Swifter than the moon's sphere,

And I serve the elven queen....."
---William Shakespheare's "A midsummer might's dream,act2"


An unearthly nure sits and sings,

And aye he sings where the lillies wane,

His hair of golden blows in the winds,

And his skin of ivory shines with light.

Elven born of the Golden Wood,

He guards it in his lady's will,

For she is his master, his lady fair,

And he sings for her now in the sigh of the wind.