Paul Laurence Dunbar - Nature and Art, To My Friend Charles Booth Nettleton II lyrics

Enrapt, the queen gazed on her glorious self, Then trembling with the thrill of sudden thought, Commanded that the skilful wight be brought That she might dower him with lands and pelf. Then out upon the silent sea-lapt shelf And up the hills and on the downs they sought Him who so well and wondrously had wrought; And with much search found and brought home the elf. But he put by all gifts with sad replies, And from his lips these words flowed forth like wine: 'O queen, I want no gift but thee,' he said. She heard and looked on him with love-lit eyes, Gave him her hand, low murmuring, 'I am thine,' And at the morrow's dawning they were wed.