Shy she is as daisies in the meadow,
Walking with a step that lights the ether,
Paler than the moon with veils of shadow,
Moving on the water stretched beneath her.
Sweet she is as lilies dripping nectar,
Dancing with the sunbeams on the ocean,
Golden is the sphere and it surrounds her,
Silver stars a-light her every motion.
Green the gown that covers her in beauty,
Violet is the robe she wears at midnight,
Rosy-hued the colour of her secret,
Blue as rain the sky within her eyesight.
Silent is the soul that came down gently,
Carried in the arms of love so tender,
Wedded to the Prince of Peace intently,
Gazing at the one so He defends her.
Mercy springs and splendour mark their presence –
Two as one they stand as all united –
Perfect is the love, their only essence,
Faerie queen and son of man be-knighted.
Crystal stones bejem the kingdom’s pathways –
Topaz, onyx, jasper, sapphire, beryl –
Plus a thousand others at their passage –
Amethyst, carnelian and emerald.
In her breast a bird of light is flying,
Spreading open wings of joy now boundless,
Whiter than the swan with grace undying,
Every step she takes the ground is thrice-blessed.
Lady from the high-walled faerie palace,
She who gathers sea shells on the sea shore,
She who saved the spark to give her master,
Now does reap the promise of the rainbow.