In a fairy boat

In a fairy boat on a fairy sea,

All amber and gold, I used to float

When never a wind rose stormily;

In a fairy boat.

And sweet and sad like a white dove's note

Strange voices wakened my soul to glee

And soft scents strayed from the violets' throat.

In a fairy boat I shall no more be,

For gloom has fallen on creek and moat,

And my tired soul's too heavy to flee

In a fairy boat.