Through the dwarf-king’s wondrous regions she with him delighted strayed; Rings and charms and magic weapons he for her, love-smitten, made. Blythely oft beneath the seas she roved with mermaids from their caves, Arched, with amber, pearl and ivory roofs, whose floor bright coral paves; And oft, too, when the fairy court, for pleasure, or for pride, Would seek the cooling streams that lave earth’s plains and meadows wide, The water spirits, in their arms, the darling maid would fold, And hidden things of years to come mysteriously they told: There she viewed in crystal vases souls of hapless wretches drowned, Which from their pellucid prisons she with holy zeal unbound; Upward sprang the sprites with joyful some, and some with mournful sound. With the sylphs in air she sported; with the golden-palaced gnome, Earth embosomed, or the light elves in their rainbow-clouded home. Ofttimes with the Elle-King rode she, in his chariot, o’er the main, While his martial band, with sea-conchs, blew the war-inspiring strain; Then upon the headlands landing, counted o’er the frosty meads, Royal droves of great blue kine, lipping the ice-dew of weeds. ’Gainst the fairies of the fire she with tidal spirits waged War; and earth, and air, and ocean felt how fierce the battle raged. High she shook her shining falchion, pliant as the rushen plant, Falchion her dwarf-lover forged her, hard and bright as adamant; Fighting by the Elle-King’s side, there she the lord of fireland slew; All the hosts of fire were routed; crowned her queen the conquering crew; Back to fairyland she hasted; home her train in triumph drew. King and spouse majestic welcome gave her, on her glad return; And a thousand tongues besought that her adventures they might learn. This she grants; and lo! a banquet, by unheard command is seen, Instantaneously furnished on the flower-embroidered green. On the east hand of her liege lord sat the bright, the brave Christine; On the west divine Titania, night’s incomparable queen; Then the Victress told Sir Oberon all she had done, and where had been; How from end to end of faerie she had passed, below, above, Scathless by the spells the dwarf-king gave her in his days of love; How had dealt with Nisses, Noks, and Kobolds, Kelpies, Norns, and Trolls; How with Peris fared, and Shadim, Afrits, Ogres, Deevs and Ghouls; She had travelled in the whirlwind; for no harm to her might fall, Who had talismans and virtues could enchant or vanquish all;— How the Elle-chief’s broad dominions scarred by war, she sad, beheld; How with hosts of fire they fought, and how the first of foes she quelled; How, she said, in God she trusted;—at that word the banquet ceased; Shrieked and vanished all the faërie, save the king who bade the feast.